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After the travel debacle we finally arrived in Kansas City with no time to spare. As soon as we got to the club (at a Harrah's Casino) we immediately started getting attitude from the sound men and the crew. I guess they thought we were playing rock star and wanted to be late to hang them up as opposed to running all over the greater Chicago area to catch the last possible plane out to KC. That sucked. But the show was good.

They fed us at a Toby Keith's restaurant. I felt kind of gross eating there. The menu actually said "Freedom Fries". But I have to admit even amongst all of the narrow-minded, uninformed, conservative propaganda the sweet potato pecan pie was pretty damn good. After dinner I proceeded to drink to much and overslept our noon call.

But that wasn't a big deal because our next stop was Fort Scott, Kansas. This town has a population of 8,000 but for some reason this is the second time we've been there in the past 8 months. They love Steve. We get the rock star treatment there, for sure. We met a lot of nice people, almost got in a bar fight, played a solid show, and had a good time.

Today I flew home just in time to see the Colts unleash a beatdown on the Redskins.

So here I am in Hotel Los Angeles for a few days before heading off to Europe and NYC for the rest of the year. Needless to say I have much to do before leaving.


Oh yeah, PLEASE stop by my website (linky to the left), I've added a guestbook and updated some things.


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4 comments:

  1. KHM 6:17 AM

    Lym--you are truly a badass. PLEASE---no bar fights!

    Ii wonder if Hotel LA is like Hotel California---you can check out any time you like but you can never leave.

    Have fun at home.

     
  2. KHM 7:00 PM

    Blogger has been a major pain the butt today. You should be able to get in now.

     
  3. Anonymous 11:19 PM

    We don't have a bar fights in London, we brits are so stiff upper lipped we find it hard to drink in public for a start!
    Although saying that, last weekend I nearly got into a fight with a 74 year old man, over Lyman. Sallys dad was in town and opened the bottle of wine Lyman had bought when he visited last - you can imagine the guilty scene when we walked into the kitchen and he was acting all innocent like with the half drunk bottle on the table and his upper lip stained 'Californian shirazz' red! Fight!

    See you soon Lyman.

     
  4. Lyman 8:58 AM

    HA!!! That's great Dom, can't wait to see you again buddy.