“Well, checking into motels under our usual whimsical stage names is kind of fun, but I really think we could take it up a level. Gosh, watch out…I think I’m going a little wild here.”
It’s been a while since I did one of these grab-bag type pages — I was starting to miss them.
Don’t worry: someone’s presumably feeding each of these cats and scooping their poop while the bands are both away on tour.
Man, this tour’s really not leaving them in good shape.
Maybe this is one of the things they did with their few free days before the next show. Y’know, instead of the witch museum, or getting a doctor to check them for parasites.
Neither Candy Hearts nor Sourballs can resist taking a break from driving to go sit by some rocky shore, clearly. And speaking of driving: I’m pretty sure Domme ends up being the one who’s driving the van more than her fair share of the time.
Well, she just made some enemies among the organizers of a corporate music festival — but that’s probably not a similar relationship.
(and, yeah, the ocean can’t be that much of a novelty since their home city also has a beach — but hey, it’s still nice to get out of the car for a picnic and maybe some mellow beach songs on the ol’ acoustic guitar.)