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"I am the pale face, and I ride the white horse."

Eugene>>  An easy drive brings us to our last non-California stop. It is downtown Eugene on a Sunday, and to call it dead would be an insult to dead. We stop by the club and it is actually a very nice place. There is a $50 a night hotel right across the street from the hotel... score. The now familiar 3 or 4 hours we have to kill before the show is uneventful, except for Tad going AWOL for 3 hours. He fell asleep in a park... sure Tad. Tad was scolded by Dad (Kurt) and was told never to do it again. The club, like I said, is really nice. There are six pool tables, a good sized stage, and fancy red vinyl booths everywhere. It sort of has that "red, black, and flames everywhere" sort of look. I feel like I should be wearing a bowling shirt and a chain wallet with my hair slicked back, except that I don't have the tats to make it legit. Ohh... the bartender is really cute -- KURT! Alas, she doesn't stay for the show, but at least they feed us. The place, strangely enough, is wired for web casting, and Emily and Rebecca (Tim and Mike's girlfriends respectively), actually watch us on the web... weird. We are the only band, and we can tell already that we will be lucky if 10 people are there. We set up and rock... not very well, in our opinion, but what the hell, its Eugene. Hey... some coverts! We convert a couple of young ladies at the bar into super fans. They whoop and holler after every song... they scream for more... they are really drunk! After the set, the bartender buys us shots... ooh... normally a bad idea, but by this time our livers are in competition form, so its no problem. We proceed to the pool tables, our new favorite past-time, and figure we might as well get our fill of drink, as our hotel is only across the street. One of the new super fans is "wookin pa nub" if you know what I mean. Despite the pressure on Kurt to allow vicarious rock living for the rest of us, it is globally decided that this would be a bad idea. Hey-- cool, another crazy guy! This guy is weirder than the guy in Olympia by an oder of magnitude. I won't really go into it, as all I have to do is quote him a bit. "I am the pale face and I ride the white horse, but you cannot see the white horse, so I am just the pale face." There's more, but this is the best one. All in all, however, everyone is very friendly at the bar, and we have a great time. The only other foot-note is the pimp giving his ho a Tony Robbins style pep-talk on how she can increase her income. This is in the back of the club by the stage, and Mike overhears it... whoa. Said pimp later gets up and starts to play Kurt's drums for a minute before he is told this isn't cool. Ok, time to go.

Mike the amazing napper

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