half shut eyes don't see who you hit

2 beer party. again. this time with spiral stairs!

here's some minor annoying tour trivia.
people that roll out of the club at 1 AM, have a 7:15 AM lobby call to go to the airport, fly, and then spend all afternoon getting ready for another show partying til 3, 4 even 5 AM are retards. and then they spend most of the next day complaining about how tired they are and then basically are repeating the whole process as we speak. that is what i am talking about if you ever here me tell you to not to be jealous of my job. retardation runs rampant.

oh! and a related gripe. some of the same people spend mass money on shitloads of vitamins and tinctures and ointments and holistic massages and organic gluten free foods and yoga mats and all this shit. most of which i can't deny, i am into to. however, i am also into the whopper. i believe i just recently had the first whopper of my life. we were never a big burger king family when i grew up. we hung mostly at mcdonalds. but anyway, whoa. a whopper is good. so, i am into the whopper and all that crap i listed above. well, not so into TINCTURES, cause i think that word is annoying. it find it pretty funny that people will spend so much time (and effort) lugging all those health accessories around and looking for the organic restaurant. (and hassle me for a masseuse) just so they can then go out and drink and smoke doobs and party til the wee hours only getting minimal sleep night after night after night. so let me just say it here: don't act so grossed out when i eat one whopper a tour. bk is called hungry jack over here. some other dude already had a burger king when bk made their move to australia.
i could tell some real good jammers about this trip. but i think i have to save it for the tv show.

photo i wished i got today: the band is onstage for 2 hours in sydney. everyone except for kd comes off stage. he is standing there yakking with the crowd for maybe 10 minutes. introducing marty, the sound guy and just talking about how there's a curfew and how he doesn't care. something like "do you want another song? i don't care about the curfew." and then quotes rage against the machine, "fuck you i won't do what you tell me", which is a little inside joke we have going on tour. so the 850 people go nuts, wanting another song. and i am standing in the door to the stage, only mildly paying attention, actually pretty close to day dreaming. i kind of have my hand on my hip. and i am looking around and all of a sudden this one super angry face jumps out of the crowd at me. like just materializes out of the mass blur that the crowd is. and he is like 30 feet away staring at me and i see his mouth moving and he's shouting "fuck you! fuck you! i won't do what you tell me!" over and over. i can read his lips. then i sort of start to realize what's going on and then i see his arms in the air, double middle fingers right at me! basically he thinks i am standing there hand on hip trying to get the band to come off stage. kevin notices at the same time i do and tells the dude not to give me the finger and then brings me out on stage to introduce me. so, yeah i wish i had a photo of that guys angry face.

2 beer party is getting closer to happening in japan. if you want a scapegoat for my binge drinking on this tour you could look to S HASON. she posted an photo of a tiny part of my apartment that has made me homesick. it's just a small corner but it pretty much sums it all up. and it's really beautiful. thanks a lot hason. now my mom and my neighbor are worried i have a problem. yr fault.

restaurant options at the university of sydney.

Comments

[hason]

eating a whopper after your holistic massage and ear candling sounds pretty macrobiotic to me.

also LOLZ to my one-whisky-every-two-weeks self being responsible for your wild debauchery.

[gloria]

People, people, please, can't we all just get along?

[liz]

can i please buy you a whopper? i'll add it to the list with the shake i owe you. this entry may cement my position as head of your fan club. lettuce head, i mean.

[Cali]

Dude, that Whopper you and I got a few weeks ago fucked me up for days. Poison.

And I like the word tincture. I have actually been saying it quite a bit lately.

TINCTURE.

[ds]

cali, don't make me have two beer party and then knock on your door and try to fight you.

[Cali]

I'll slap that beer right out of your hand. Dancefloor Justice, get all Chubbie Fresh on your ass.

[Dave Martin]

Dave
Hungry Jack rules. Makes a perfect nickname. Is it ok if in my mind you were telling KD & BSS to get off the stage because that's how I'd like to think of it?

[noel]

Whopper, fries and coke is like $50 in Norway. Beer cheaper.