In which there’s another little road trip that will cost more than it earns. (I mean, we don’t do this shit for money, people. We do it, when gas costs four-plus-dollars a gallon, for the attention!)

This weekend’s gig is about two hours away in a town called Ritzville, which means more driving and more conspicuous gas consumption on the part of the band. Since we’re playing the main stage at 1:30, we’ll have to leave W2 around ten in the morning.

I’m having a clothing crisis, people. I’ve finally realized that the guys in this band wear jeans and t-shirts (and the occasional Hawaiian shirt, for no apparent reason) exclusively, and that what I used to think of as “gig clothes” just isn’t apropos. This is a blues band, and we’re – I guess – aiming for a certain kind of style.

I basically need to go shopping in a What Would Janice Wear? mood, and buy some cool shirts. And some clunky shoes. Or boots. Or funky scarves or hats or what have you. Maybe I’ll hit Bimart on the way home tonight and pick up a Western shirt and a straw hat, and wear ’em tomorrow with some weird hippie accoutrements and that cool scarf from mmmFiber and call it style.

Eh. We’ll see. All I know is that I’ve got between the hours of 8 and 12 this evening to accomplish the following: go home, scratch my dog, make soup for dinner, do laundry, find two somethings to wear for tomorrow’s gigs, pack my makeup and set lists and tambourine and extra shoes and whatever into a bag, help teh BF get his car drive-worthy, relocate to KJ’s place, get laid, and get to sleep at a reasonable hour so I can get up AT EIGHT! ON A SATURDAY! FOR FUCK’S SAKE!

Then: load up, get out, get coffee, meet the band at Southgate, (Hurry up!) redistribute gear into the two cars because it’s too expensive to drive the band van. Then caravan. For two hours. (And wait!) To arrive in a town that will most likely be utterly packed and impossible to park in. Once actually at Ritzville, we’ll try to find KJ’s will-call ticket and then I probably won’t see him again until 2:40 or so, after the main stage set, and the band will run around (Hurry up!) trying to figure out where we’re supposed to be and wondering if we’ll have decent monitors. Then as soon as that set’s done, we’ll move ourselves and Curtis’ drums and the rest of the gear to a bar and set up for a 4-6 afternoon set, then (And wait!) if we’re lucky there will be food, then more music-making (hopefully to a packed house!), and after that (Hurry up!) we’ll load out. And THEN there’s another 2-hour drive to get back home! (And wait!) Where I will probably drink rapidly and heavily and pass out at eleven.

Sunday, I will be sleeping. Don’t call me. *giggle*