We've been on the road for 5 hours, but are still only 1 hour from Kansas City. LOL So far, I've forgotten my wallet, miss-remembered where I left it and had to settle for my passport, which has my maiden name on it. By the time I realized I needed my marriage license to prove who I am (for the hotel rooms gifted to us under my name), we had spent 1 hour simply traveling to my house in the middle of nowhere w-burg. Fail, Sarah. Seriously.
And I would like to personally thank everyone who bought our merch at the last few concerts, because the money from the merch box is officially covering my personal expenses in lieu of my debit card (in my wallet) until I can pay it back. Thank you, cd listeners and shirt wearers!
Predictably, Joel was the first to pollute the air in our confined space. He ruins seat cushions. I should know, he's my brother, and I'm telling you ... cat pee does not have the staying power that a Joel gas bubble does. He should probably see a doctor.
That's all for now. Scott L is driving and we're sinking into the inevitable lull of all road trips with Switchfoot serenading us. More later.
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