This Entry May Suck A Little Less Than The Last One...Maybe

I'm pretty disappointed in my last entry so I thought I'd make up for "phoning it in" and throw another one at you. Most of the time during tour, there isn't really anything exciting happening, especially with Polar Bear Club. It's difficult to write a couple paragraphs about your daily activities when our adventures consist of eating, driving and waiting around. Our van is currently at capacity with eight people packed inside including Frank Turner and our driver. In our cramped quarters, like I mentioned before, we wait. We wait to get to the show. We wait to get to the restaurant of choice. We wait at whomevers house we are crashing at for the night. Time is passed by either listening to ipods, reading (Goose colors), chatting, napping or farting. Real exciting stuff, no? While the last two days haven't brought anything completely out of the ordinary, there were still some highlights that I never would have experienced if I was still stuck in a cubicle. Shall we discuss those?

This past Sunday Polar Bear Club played a venue rooted in history. It was called Shepherds Bush Empire and my trusty friend wikipedia.com tells me that it's been around since 1905 or some wild shit. The club is located in London, UK and holds 2,000 people. Not to bore you with details but bands such as the Rolling Stones and The Smashing Pumpkins have performed on the same exact stage. Now I don't give a fuck about either of those two bands but that information will come in quite handy when I tell that fact to the next girl I con into believing I sing for Polar Bear Club. The inside of the place had three balconies if I remember correctly and just seemed to have an energy about it that was contagious. What a silly sentence to write. Moving on, I knew this would probably be the biggest crowd PBC would play to other than the Third Eye Blind show they opened sometime last year.

And it was the biggest crowd. The show sold out and while once again everyone was there to see Frank Turner and The Gaslight Anthem, there was still a noticable crowd of PBC die hards. Other than the middle of the song in "Our Ballads" where Emmett decided he wanted to turn Polar Bear into an improv jazz fusion band, PBC played an incredible set that was obviously aided by such a professional sound setting. Highlights about the venue for me included 24 beers in our dressing room rather than the usual 12 or so. As tour manager, this is the equivalent of being in Polar Bear Club and playing to a sold out room.

Clearly, this is a tour of firsts for me. First time fainting on a plane, first time being overseas and hopefully soon this will be the first time I speak to a girl who isn't my mother or sister. However, the dream of being in a foreign country, meeting a local girl who totally digs old dudes with no real job or home, falling in love with said fictional girl and never coming home is quickly fading. That's all fine and good, dying alone is the new 20. Either way, I achieved another first in my life. Today was a travel day which meant just what is says - we traveled. Both PBC, Frank and The Gaslight Anthem all had to get from the UK to Brussels or someplace near there, not exactly sure. So to achieve our goal we all boared a ferry, something that I had never done before. After my incident on the airplane on the way here I was a bit hesitant about traveling by boat.

But travel I did my friends! And do you know how I got over my anxiety and travel sickness? My best friend in the world since my dog died in 12th grade - sweet lady booze. Not only is she my best chum, she's also my lover. If that didn't make you cringe, I don't know what will. The ride only last a bit over an hour and all three bands got to hang out and enjoy eachother's company which is something that doesn't happen often enough due to everyone's various schedules.

Ok, kids. It's 4am here in Belgium and later today we're off to somewhere in Germany. Goose is lying next to me and wheezing like I will in 3 more years due to my smoking habit. He sends his love, goodnight.