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Stopped for the night.

By revolutionaire.
Well, I'm in Pensacola for the night. I'm happy to be stopped. It seemed like it would take forever to get here. And this part of the drive was literally less than half the distance tomorrow's drive is going to be. What was I thinking? Oh yeah . . . that I wanted to see my boys. Derr!

I'm sitting Trevor's living room with two dogs and three boys and the biggest projection of Guitar Hero (World Tour) you've ever seen. It's monstrous. Trevor has a projector instead of a television and the screen literally takes up an entire wall in the living room. I'm blown away. Nice set up, really.

I played about six songs - six grueling songs, but after the sixth one was done, I realized I couldn't feel my fingers, so I took a leave.

As soon as Patrick, Diamond (his Alaskan Malamute), and I got to Trevor's house, we turned around and went out with some friends. I didn't even get to freshen up. It was ridiculous. We went to Carrabba's and then to their friends Ang and Loren's house to drink some beers and hang out for a bit. I'm glad Ang was there otherwise I'd be so left out. haha.

I'm still trying to wrap my mind around being up at 2AM when I know we have to get up and drive tomorrow for approximately 12 hours. I'm not too thrilled about that. But I guess that's life on the road. hahahahaha!

That's it for tonight. I love everyone, especially Jon-Michael.

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J.M. said…
I love you as well and was glad I got to talk to you tonight.

See you tomorrow, babe!
January 11, 2009 at 11:43 PM
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