Our return to California has been a colorful journey. Firstly, our truck, tired from its journey back and forth across the country (yes, I am anthropomorphizing my close orange companion), broke down in Fresno. However, the tragedy presented us with the golden opportunity to embrace the roots of the truth campaign – guerilla marketing. The concept, slightly intimidating at first, turned out to merely be a fancy phrase for enabling me to market across the entire warped venue as opposed to my normal twenty foot radius around the zone. In the end, I decided we should have a few more days without the truck, as I felt quite immersed in warped tour culture.
Unfortunately, after leaving the mild climates of northwest, the hundred degree weather followed us from Fresno to Sacramento. One fantastically uninformed concert goer, suffering from the heat, even claimed that Richard Simmons, not Keith Richards played Jack Sparrow’s father in the latest installment of Pirates of the Carribean. The following section of this blog is dedicated to the merch men of Flogging Molly. During my lunch break I decided it was high time to add a Flogging Molly shirt to my excessively and unnecessarily large t-shirt collection. When I came up to the booth to buy a sweet green one, the merch men, without saying a word, imitated my DJ dance moves. Although he was most likely mocking me in (hopefully) a nice way, I am going to pretend that I have a fan.
I know this blog should be sappy as it is my last; unfortunately, I have always tended to lack such emotional profundity. Yes I have learned about myself and definitely grown as a person. But, rather than discuss these insights, I will leave with you this: I am the nameless rider of whom Jeannine wrote.
Comments (1)
What the heck!? You’ve written so many blog posts in one day. Why don’t you just write one long blog post?