I must admit, coming home at dawn on the first night of our three city tour was not what I had in mind. Yes, I expected to come home late from Chicago, but not that late. That's what you get when you jump in the van with a driver who does not have GPS. He missed the highway entrance three times before stopping for directions.
The five a.m. return was followed up with a 1pm load in at the Milwaukee venue. If you do the math, that's eight hours to sleep, shower, eat, and get my butt to the club. Not enough time if you ask me. After six hours of sleep, I jumped up and started eating. Gotta replace what I lost the night before. It would have been nice to hear that load in was pushed back by two hours. That two hours turned into three. Damn!
We closed that venue at 2am. Now for a serious eight hours of sleep. It was off to Green Bay for the final gig. We set up the drums on the floor. Where else would you put four drummers? It was just as hot as the past three nights, but with one acception. There was an industrial sized fan blowing ontop of us. We were saved by that fan.
All I had to do was get us home without falling asleep. Sugar in tiny doses kept me awake. M&M's saved me. The ride was filled with jokes and laughter up until we got to Port Washington. That last 25 miles was a quiet ride, but the lights of the city led the way.
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