Eugene? MyGene.

Stayed in San Francisco for three days, never wanted to leave. We got our van windows fixed and cruised north 9 hours to Eugene, OR. By this time everyone was was pretty tired from sleeping on floors and catching various sicknesses( We think Ricky baby beat H1N1 single handedly). Rolled into Eugene around 10 and hit the bars to make friends and get a feel for the city. First place we went was Luckey's, the joint we were scheduled to play the following night. The bar has a cool vibe, couches, billiards, and drunken zombies. I cruised back to the motel early to try and fight my oncoming flu symptoms, and the Buffalo dudes stayed to party the night away. Apparently Eugene is not too hoppin on the week days.

Day two, Eugene. We grabbed a delicious breakfast at the famous pancake house, walked around University of Oregon and attempted to meet students in hopes of them coming out to hang at the show that night. We had a blast playing, and I think my fever broke while we were playing. OUr manager /Healer Brad started a tradition that night of buying a round of whiskey shots for the whole crew while we were playing; I think that's what helped. Big thanks to Luckey's bar for having us and everyone that came out to drink and dance. Hope to see you all very soon. Working on getting some video up soon.

Cheers,

Brian

I could swim to shore from Alcatraz

Just got into san francisco. My first time, so I'm a little giddy. Staying at an amzing house down in the marina. Delicious neighborhood, happy smiling dogs and babies everywhere, what could go wrong? Nothing yea? WRONG! We wake up to both our vans being broken into. 2 ipods a video camera and my gps were stolen, which in reality was not too bad. We brushed that off our minds and spent the day at the Haight checking out thrift stores and happy hours. After some consolation drinking we cruised to the venue. The night was a total blast, everyone's favorite of the tour thus far. San francisco's got it's hook in me. On to oregon we go.

Green Tea, Day Quil and Apricots

All night fog drives, banana slugs, van break-ins, and jolly trolleys. So far the tour has been interesting to say the least. Bakersfield was like a dream, we got in and got out. We most definitely did not leave our hearts in bakersfield, but ian most certainly left his drum throne, and I left my dignity.
We hoped into the vans and cruzed to santa cruz. The five hour drive felt like 50, with fog and no road lines. I believe brad and I ran into a pack of wild ghost horses. Maybe? Regardless we arrived to santa cruz at sunrise and packed the diamond buffalo crew into one motel room for a few hours sleep before the show. We hit the streets to try and get people to the record inistore to our surprise people actually showed up. It's not like LA, Santa cruz was friendly and we love you for that.
The show was laid back and fun. We loaded the gear in and had a few beers at my long lost buddy patricks house across the street from the record store. Warm Newcastle never tasted so good! Thanks for all the love and hospitality santa cruz, we will be back, bakersfield... We may pass. Cheers, pictures coming soon!