DAY 13 El Paso, TX

Okay, so I feel a little silly after my last entry. I got a little too into it I think. But, I’m going to leave it as it is, grammar errors et al. I apologize for cursing so much. I’d also like to say that I disagree with myself about what I said about Anaheim, it’s unfair for me to pass judgment when I only experienced a few blocks. I apologize if I dissed your hometown. I know I’d be bummed if someone came to Norman, only went to the sonic or something and then said “dang, Norman sucks!” I digress, officially.

Our trip to the Paso was pretty good. I watched three episodes of LOST that a very nice dood at the Militia Group office burned for me. I am finished through episode 14 of season two. I need more. Moooore. We rolled into the Paso around 5:00pm and found the venue, the House of Rock and Roll, attached to possibly the shadiest motel I’ve ever seen. When we walked into the club we found all of the tour posters militia sent them neatly folded in the trash. Always a good sign. The most endearing part of the club, the piece de resistance if you will, were the two stripper poles affixed to the ceiling in the corner. Even better was the sign above them that warned that these polls indeed had a weight limit and to exercise caution when using. I should have got a picture. It was priceless. Met some really nice people from El Paso, I really enjoyed talking to a guy name Joel. Pronounced JOE-ELLE. A band called Park came out because they had the day off and were playing the following night. They were cool dudes. Not many people came out, but the people that did were awesome and that’s all that matters.

Okay, hilarious story time. Scott and the rest of us decided that we would just get a room at this motel because it was something like 25 bucks. Though it did look like an oasis of possible meth labs and amateur pornography, we’d be getting up very early to get a head start on the nine hour drive to San Antonio we had ahead of us. We would only have sleep there for a few character building hours. So I’m outside talking to Amanda on the phone and Sammy, Scott and Jude walk by me with their bedding so I sort of follow them. They disappear around a corner, I stop because I get preoccupied with a person sitting in their running car, completely slumped over into the passenger side seat. They all of the sudden immediately return from around the corner, walking with great fervor and conviction. I slide the phone from my face and ask “what’s going on?” Jude, with his usual energy and intensity somehow spiked says “THERE’S SOME DUDE ASLEEP IN OUR ROOM!” They continued their march to the front lobby of the motel where the attendant did seem surprised nor apologetic for the slumbering stranger in our room. Scott got the money back, and before I knew it, the three of the had loaded out all of our equipment and were ready to go. I’m just glad they didn’t walk unannounced into a room occupied with a quick drawing hard as nails ex-con or some shady dealings that no one is supposed to see. It’s pretty lucky that it was just some dude crashed out, who never even woke up despite the opening door, lights coming on and three freaked out guys holding sleeping bags hovering over him. Needless to say, we got the hell out of Dodge and stayed at a Motel 6 down the road.