I woke up around 10:30, refreshed in the knowledge you've woken up past double-digits. Jaime, ever the sweetest of hostesses, made us breakfast. I hardly ever realize this, but most people think eating your cereal without milk, as I do, is gross. I don't know what else to say, except I think plain milk is gross. I've given it a shot many a time, and it just doesn't work for me. Bring on the Hershey's syrup, I say. Ain't no snap, crackle, nor pop in my Rice Krispies.

Per usual, we bummed around all morning. We watched another episode of Entourage, which would make me regret my earlier HBO comment were it not for the wonders of the internet. Seriously, I do not need to see Knocked Up or Blades Of Glory a sixth and seventh time this week— least of all sober. There was a Wii set up downstairs, which I took full advantage of. Didn't get around to playing Mario Kart like I'd hoped, but you can never go wrong with Wii Sports. I didn't bother with Tennis— my performance with Golf and Baseball were embarrassing enough. I fared better with Bowling.

Around 4pm, we took off to our next destination. The trip itself was only about an hour. We were going to do a performance for WTSR, the College of NJ's TV station, which was also open to students for a live show. The whole thing was really cool, actually. It sort of reminds me the way studios worked back in the day. It was one large room, with a bunch of panels laying around that were made for on-the-spot construction of sets, depending on what needed to be filmed. They made a stage and a backstage area in no time. Even had some tasty turkey & cheese croissant sandwiches waiting to be devoured.

Once we got all our equipment set up, we were shuffled downstairs to the radio station for an interview (it was a quick ten minute deal). Afterward, it was back upstairs for a TV interview. Our interviewer, Sally, was filling in for someone else who couldn't make it, but she did a fine job. It reminded me of The Who being interviewed on Russell Harty Plus show, except Ross didn't tear the sleeves off my jacket. Speaking of, I have no idea why I was even wearing a jacket. The lights were hot enough to make Lucifer himself sweat his ass off.

Another quick trip to the radio station was made to record a few bumpers before we were shuffled back upstairs to get ready for the show. We waited backstage for the wrod to go on. I was in that No Man's Land of nervousness and relaxation. (None of this was being broadcast live, by the way.)

Anyway, there was nothing to worry about. This far into the tour, we've totally hit our stride. Jen even popped a string halfway through the second song, and managed to switch guitars in mid-song without a fuss. I doubt anyone really noticed. Our good show streak continues. After the show, we briefly spoke to Liz, a girl who was writing the show up for the paper (I believe it's called the Signal).

So there you have it: Aloud conquered The College of New Jersey's media.

Back at Jaime's house, we caught the Sox/Angels game at the top of the 5th while waiting for her to get back from work. Rick was kind enough to tune in to the game when we got back. We talked to him about the show a little, which led to a conversation about the pitfalls of being a band in a wicked industry such as this. That topic can eb stretched out for weeks, but Rick had to get up early so we left it to be continued some other time. The Sox were wrapping up the game by the time Jaime got back. Not only did she bring back donuts for us, she also grilled us some veggie patties— we were starving, and they actually tasted pretty damn good.

After the game, the lot of us stayed up late to watch Fargo. Jaime passed out on the couch, which we took as a cue to get to sleep ourselves. I nearly fell asleep on the floor myself.

Last day of the tour tomorrow. Bummed about it.

NYC up next.

Cheers,

Henry

No more sharp turns, please.

Piano keeps falling over.

Face already dinged.

Currently watching:
Fargo
Release date: 2000-08-15