Boo
Everyone and their mother seems to be going to Viva this year. Like, everyone. The Flying Saucers are roadtripping it out there with no cash to play in a parking lot and hand out demos. If anyone sees a 6'2 Mexican upright bass player with long side burns and a goofy smile, make sure he's being good.
I am sick. I stayed home today and slept the whole day while Victor walked in and out cleaning and bringing me juice and toast. And hugging me while I napped.
My brother is here right now. He brought me tissues and a Mexican pizza. I've taken another dose of Nitequil and am about 5 minutes away from passing out for the evening.
I am missing the Collins Kids, oh well . . . There's always next year . . . .
Viva.