February 18, 2006

We're headed back from thirty days on the road. This tour brought us to Washington, Palm Desert, Reno, San Luis Obispo, Berkeley, St. Louis, and Sioux Falls, South Dakota. All-in-all a good tour. Great people, with late night hotel hide-and-seek, handstands on the beach, and blackout butt slaps. Relentless teasing, shared dinners, workshops, and movies on the bus. Quite a bit of pantsing too. And mooning. Lots of mooning. The shows were more or less successful, a few standing Os and good-sized houses. There was brilliant weather and then there was this morning, when we woke up to a wind chill of -20 and a forecast for a high of 1. There were grueling rehearsals and early mornings. There were very, very, very long bus rides.

This is my last tour with Imago. I've gotten to see so much of this country, both the bigger cities and the smaller-than-small backwater towns. I've had the privilege of getting paid to do what I love, to see friends on the east coast, west coast, and in-between, to perform for thousands, and to meet wonderful people. I'm ready to be done, though. I'm ready to be in one place for more than a couple months. I'm ready to enjoy my bed, and not those of Super 8 and Motel 6. I'm ready for more decent food, for cooking things from scratch, for vegetables from the co-op.

All this talk is ironic, however, because our travels are not over. On Wednesday Sam and I head to New Zealand for a month, but that will be different. All play, no work. Camping and BBs and hostels, no budget hotels. Time to relax, time to explore.

We're in Wyoming now, hoping to make it to Portland tomorrow, depending on the weather. So far the roads are clear and the sun is out. We're going to stop for an early dinner in Gillette and maybe make it to Bozeman by tonight. I'll close with some of today's bus comments regarding the weather:

"My pillow is frozen solid." ~Emily
"It's so cold I can't see my food." ~Leah
"My nose hairs. They're frozen. My God." ~Sam
"Is someone in there?" ~Jonathan, referring to a pile of blankets


[At the time of this posting, the temperature has fallen to a balmy 29 degrees below zero.]


[The wind chill is -47.]



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