11/4/2007 (Sunday)

Deaner's Tour Diary

We have a flight to Tuscon this afternoon. Our little break is over. I decided not to post our tour diary from the first leg of the tour, even though it was long and detailed. There was a lot of negative shit in there and sometimes it's just better to not say anything at all. I will say this though, if you are at a Ween show and you see anyone throw anything at us that's heavier than a cotton ball, grab a secuity guard, or beat their ass on the spot. There was a little too much of it on the last tour for my liking. Otherwise, we had a great time, and great crowds, except for the Toronto crowd, who were undeniably, and surprisingly soft. Lookin' forward to playin' out West, a little bit more scenic than where we just were. I'll have my Brownie Troop 666 stickers on Tuesday and I figured out a way to get them to you guys. I'll be posting more about this once I have the stickers in my hands.

Alright, I just woke up in Tuscon after having a wicked dream. I'm a huge sports fan and I watch just about everything on t.v. except most college sports and all women's sports. But I might have to change that. I had this dream that I was following Natalie Gulbis around during an LPGA event and she hooked her tee shot into the woods near where I was standing. So when she came strolling down the fairway I told her I had a pretty good idea where the ball went out of play and I would help her find it. For some reason her caddy wasn't with her, nor were any rules officials. You know where this is headed. I fucked her in the woods. You know you don't have don't read this shit right? Someone's blog, talking about their dreams? I wouldn't read it, but since you made it this far I'll keep going. I have this sick fascination with one (or both) of the Williams sisters--Venus and Serena. I favor one sometimes, and then I switch to the other. It's probably gonna take a therapist to help me work my way thru this. It's something about their sheer uncompromising blackness coupled with the way they scream and grunt when they hit the ball. I doubt that I stand much of chance of ever getting it happening with either of them, and I'm sure mom and pop wouldn't be too into it either. Thanks for reading my blog.