Jan 30, 2008
Feb 20, 2008
Anyhow.....we were headed to Paris
Amsterdam was a whirlwind. We showed up at 5:30 am after the Brussels show with a van full of puke. Yes puke! Not only that, but Pistol decided he needed to make the drive with his window open so he could stay awake. Didn't seem to phase the South Dakota guys but I was absolutely freezing and kept tapping him to please roll up his window. We got in, got some sleep and made our way to the venue for load in. Once loaded in, we had a few hrs to walk the city, a great city over-run with bicycles, trams and mobs of people. Just before TSC's set, Landon became the 3rd band member of the day to start throwin up...he got hit with something right after dinner and I became paranoid as I ordered the same thing he did, some crazy sausage that looked exactly like a dog dropped a growler on the plate. But the show went fantastic, Landon made it on stage..the crowd loved them and we got out of the venue about midnight, just in time to go watch the Superbowl. I woke up the next day to a tap on my door. The van was ready to go.....and i couldnt figure out if the Giants had actually won the game or if it was all just a dream....