Life is a Road Trip is Back

With a vengeance, we return. Not that anyone pays attention to all this, but seriously, we're back.

We're headed to Denver for a month to make art. The first person to mention that that scenario does not sound much like a road trip will have something valuable of theirs defecated on. Have you not heard of metaphors? I mean, the title of this site is a metaphor. So do the fucking math. Road Trip = metaphor for Life. Art = metaphor for Life. Art = Road Trip. Wha? Fuck you. I'm brown and I do teh maths better than you. You can't possibly be expected to understand.

Do you even know what math is?

Anyway, to keep you updated: Matt is at JFK, waiting to fly to SFO. I am waiting patiently to pick him up. Then I have to tell him that I am crazy for a girl from El Paso, a situation that makes no sense except that it seems to make perfect sense. Then we will drive. That is not a metaphor.

We drive to Reno. Then Salt Lake City, then Denver. Where metaphors will be sown and reaped aplenty.

Life Is A Road Trip is on Hiatus until 2012

We've got some other things going on for the time being, but we'll have our batteries recharged for a big trip in 2012.

Casa Del Popolo

Just a quick update .... pics only. I'm worded out.

sleepy bye-byes

Blizzzzzzarts ...

After the concert we checked out a few places in our search for Spencer Krug. We ended up at Blizzarts even though there is probably no way they'd let him in with his metaphors.

We ended up hanging with a birthday party.   I'm going to pretend to not remember the rest:

the Rural Alberta Advantage @ il Motore

the RAA was our motivation for slogging the miles to Quebec in the dead of winter. Err, I guess technically very late autumn. They're awesome. I'd link you to some music of theirs, but I believe in your Google skills.

Yes, they have a bearded brown drummer. I thought I'd cornered the market on that shit, but alas, no.

Sometimes Life Is Not A Road Trip

Sometimes it's a train trip and a plane trip. 3000 miles to see a band and hang out with your buddy that you haven't seen in 6 months. But it still feels like a road trip. It has that familiar sting:

This is what happens when you disparage the Quebecois. They are a feisty bunch.

This is the happy couple: we only remember Jean's name.

Marrakech

Maddy's for World Cup

Food, okay. World Cup, blah. Waitress' ass, sort of great. Sorry, didn't get a picture of that.

Neck Straightening Services available...

Not much to say about DC .. we visited a bunch of Dive Bars on night one ... nothing spectacular.  If you do have to be anywhere in the vicinity of Adams Morgan, we recommend the Toledo, where booze is cheap and the headlocks fierce.

West Virgin... ee.. ah.

After driving through some of the most similar, flattest, boring states, we got to run through the mountains on the east side of West Virginia on our way to Washington, D.C. Very gorgeous. Funny, I didn't feel at all weirded out like when I visited over a decade ago and rolled through some unincorporated towns. Thanks for having mountains, West Virginia. Good job.