Saturday June 2 - The Richmond Tavern, London
Notes from Cyn:
- for this trip we had a groupie / roadie / buddy come with us, who shall henceforth be known as FancyPants.
- had to cram all of our gear, including drums, into Mandy's Mom's car. usually when doing a show the hometown band will supply the drums. drummers ALWAYS share drums. but apparently the special little princess from K.R.A.W. didn't want to share his brand new (but cheap and generic) drum kit with strangers. fuckin' mary.
- the drive to London was full of great conversation and buckets of laughing. then we fueled up (ate WAY too much) at East Side Mario's. 8 layer lasagne? hell yes.
- The Richmond Tavern is a fabulous bar full of people who understand us. don't you just adore bars that feel like coming home?
- thanks to the many friends who came out to see us! and to Jason Roorda who took some amazing photos
- since we were in London for the Queen's Jubilee, we dressed as British mods. Doug even brought a Union Jack flag that had belonged to his grandad! we made him wear a tiara. yes, we're douchebags.
- the show went really well - i think we rocked it! there seemed to be a general sense of approval, fists in the air, and people prancing & dancing about.
- shots? yes there were!
- middle of the night chips & pretzels run? yes there was!
- back at the hotel.... should we say who Doug got to share a bed with, or just let that one hang?
- Mandy & I were total assholes in the morning and sent Doug and FancyPants down to fetch coffee and cinnamon buns while we warmed up with chips and Red Rain. yes, we're douchebags.
- we all lounged in bed watching the Queen's Jubilee boat parade. trust me, we were funnier than the snotty newscasters. read back in our Twitter feed if you don't believe me.
- goddamn those cinnamon buns were good!
- in the morning when we went back to the bar to fetch our gear, one dude, having been there until last call the night before, was enjoying a noontime beer. he raved about how crazy it was that i can hold a note that long, and was bugging me for my secrets. heh heh. also something about how his mother is Welsh and his father is Hungarian, so that makes him Well-Hung.
Notes from Dug:
-putting a full 3pc band with gear, overnight bags, and a roadie/groupie into an Accura crossover required some Tetris/Jenga combo skills. But we made it all fit! Thank you K.R.A.W. (cough-douchebag-cough)
-setting up the gear / sound / stage wasn't as challenging as I thought it was going to be. Actually made the room sound good, with ample monitoring and nobody lost their hearing. With us at least!
-Sitting down to start the set I noticed the fuzzy pink tiara resting on my snare drum. First words out of my mouth were " Are you frickin serious?" But I already knew the answer! So I was the "pretty princess" for the evening. At least I wasn't "handlebars"!
-the set went great, the shots were flowing, had my first Irish Car Bomb! Tequila, Jager, Gin & Tonics, beer...a bit of everything, yet still relatively sober, as usual!
-Even bought Mandy a couple of extra shots, knowing well that they might help her "sleep" better since she was taking one for the team and bunking down with SNOREdrummer! I hope she at least slept for a couple of hours, I only remember one maybe two shoves that night!
All led into a lazy morning of TV watching, breakfast fetching (still the new guy) and general lounging around. (NOTE: Cinnamon buns with bacon heated up in the microwave are delicious)
Notes from Mandy:
It seems that Mandy has been practicing bass so hard this week that she simply cannot waste energy on typing. Also, she may have injured her pinky finger by overextending it in British teatime form. (PINKIES UP! is the new HHLF code for "We Need a Cocktail") Therefore, the Management would like to state that she had a lovely time in London, and was a perfectly behaved (*cough cough, no, i can do this with a straight face...*) perfectly behaved young lady who enjoyed a charming time in this fine city.
The ass shaking upskirt video footage has yet to hit the interwebs.
Photos from the darling Jason Roorda Photography: