#13
I’m writing this from a McDonald’s lobby in Pensacola, Florida. It’s been hot all day, but I’m feeling pretty chilly considering I’m wearing a tank top and the AC’s turned up in here. We’re in the central time zone and we will be for the rest of the tour, so we’re an hour behind everyone back home in Michigan. Kind of symbolic, really. I feel like I’m missing so much being out on the road, but this is my dream and this is what I’ve worked so hard for.
We drove 8 hours to Pensacola from Tampa this morning. I had a weird feeling about tonight considering there wasn’t a whole lot of online promotion from the venue, and I was rightfully anxious. We drove up to the door to see it was double padlocked and that right there had been a pretty strong hint, but we called the promoter to check. Yep.
The hotel we are staying at tonight is on Detroit Road, down the street from Michigan Avenue. God can be funny sometimes, but I guess I’m just not in the mood to laugh about it.
