Just Vote Tour Part IV- Boulder, CO
Friday, August 20, Boulder, CO-
Wednesday Albequerque, Peace and Justice, Low-key meeting hall set, half the crowd registers to vote (don't get excited, there were only 20 people).
All night drive to Boulder, rain, fog and mountains slow down Mully. Arrive in Denver, Maya's mom makes us coffee, we try to keep sleeping on the bus.
Day 7 begins, we wander around the Boulder Mall while normal people shop and drink coffee, wondering what time zone we're in.
Boulder reporter calls, she saw the bus on the street, why are we in Boulder? Because San Francisco is a bubble and doesn't matter, so here we are. Does that thing really run on vegetable oil? Yes (No, we just write that on the side to make you nervous).
Someone on the street pops their head in, wait, there's ten of you in here? Holy shit, there are.
Rock Me Pony is here, but Son of Votemobile is stuck in Albequerque, getting fixed again.
Show at Trilogy is amazing, we wear American flag underwear and capes to a packed house, Lenny the poet from Denver spins a hard core political improv from the stage before we start.
Now it's the next day and we hang around, mostly sleeping and walking around before we get back on the bus to head to Denver, and then the Drive From Hell afterwards- 750 miles to Columbia, Missouri.
Things are getting more and more surreal, the bus now seems normal and the world outside is bizarre. Someone buys a newspapaper, the first we've seen in days.
Marines dead in Najaf.
John McCain says John Kerry did too save someone in Vietnam.
NBC mad at the Greeks for all those empty seats.
Wednesday Albequerque, Peace and Justice, Low-key meeting hall set, half the crowd registers to vote (don't get excited, there were only 20 people).
All night drive to Boulder, rain, fog and mountains slow down Mully. Arrive in Denver, Maya's mom makes us coffee, we try to keep sleeping on the bus.
Day 7 begins, we wander around the Boulder Mall while normal people shop and drink coffee, wondering what time zone we're in.
Boulder reporter calls, she saw the bus on the street, why are we in Boulder? Because San Francisco is a bubble and doesn't matter, so here we are. Does that thing really run on vegetable oil? Yes (No, we just write that on the side to make you nervous).
Someone on the street pops their head in, wait, there's ten of you in here? Holy shit, there are.
Rock Me Pony is here, but Son of Votemobile is stuck in Albequerque, getting fixed again.
Show at Trilogy is amazing, we wear American flag underwear and capes to a packed house, Lenny the poet from Denver spins a hard core political improv from the stage before we start.
Now it's the next day and we hang around, mostly sleeping and walking around before we get back on the bus to head to Denver, and then the Drive From Hell afterwards- 750 miles to Columbia, Missouri.
Things are getting more and more surreal, the bus now seems normal and the world outside is bizarre. Someone buys a newspapaper, the first we've seen in days.
Marines dead in Najaf.
John McCain says John Kerry did too save someone in Vietnam.
NBC mad at the Greeks for all those empty seats.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home