The tour has been going very well thus far, two back to back sold-out shows- Anaheim, and our hometown: San Francisco. The crowds were amazing and made us feel very welcome. Last night, however, Eye Alaska invited us to hang with them in their hotel room for a while; naturally we accepted. I returned to the van to grab something when the hotel owner approached me and began interrogating me about our business there. I assured him we wouldn't be spending the night in his parking lot and together with Eye Alaska's tour manager we were able to get him to leave us be. About 10 minutes later a woman from the front desk came rushing into the parking lot lecturing on how we were "defrauding Travelodge" by having our van parked in their vacant parking lot. Without confrontation we left and set out for the nearest Walmart to spend the night. As we pull into the parking lot we were approached by a security guard who informed us that the particular Walmart we'd chosen does not allow customers to stay in their lots overnight but that there was another Walmart 3 miles down the road (because this is America...) So once again, we set out for a place to crash, Eye Alaska's TM following us in the EA van.
When we'd finally settled into bed and had some time to fall asleep (it was about 3:30am by this point) I was awakened by a bright light shining into the van and a knock on our door. Apparently someone had called the police b/c they thought they'd seen a 'half-naked woman in distress trying to crawl out of our van.' Stacy (our TM) being the only female on board- and who was fully clothed for the record- assures the officer she was in the BC mobile on her own free will. The officer asked Jarred, who was sleeping in the "dungeon" (the area beneath the loft in the back of our van) if he had any half-naked women down there with him, to which he replied: "I wish."
The officers loitered outside of the van for a while before pulling a Supertrooper stunt and driving around in the Walmart parking lot with their sirens buzzing for about 3 minutes. After they left I realized the 'woman in distress' was none other than a shirt-less Jarred Dooley whom an hour earlier had struggled getting in and out of the dungeon through the rear door in the van. With his long shaggy hair in a pony tail, he was the 'victim' someone decided was worth calling the cops for. We awoke at 10 after a rough night and hastily left Portland.
I'm dropping a few pics in here, nothing too exciting, but just a little taste of where we are and what we're doing!
-adam
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