A tale of dos casitas

It's been a while since a long blog post. Much has happened. Bands have come and gone. Shows have been played. Relationships have changed. Houses have been broken into. And I have grown -- and shaved -- one weirdbeard.

But the time is right again. So, from Orlando, Florida: My Life's Craziest Road Trip has come to, well, at least a beginning.

I've spent the last three days drinking, playing games, and, occasionally working with my friends from FF, or, as our clients called us this week, "Happy Feet." And there's not much to say, other than: our fearless leader, W, went from saying that we had to respect the clients to wearing one of their thong panties after trading his boxers for them. We played a game heretofore known as "Pimps and Hos" that I won by, well, kissing 4 women in a row, 2 of whom were married.

Did I mention drinking?



When we were working, we were entertaining these people with a fake game show-type thing and building a tinkertoy racetrack. You had to be there. Or see the pics.





Today, we went to a Universal theme park, where I learned some words of wisdom.



I also rode the coolest rollercoaster ever, The Incredbile Hulk, which shoots you up into a loop. I rode it twice in a row. Then I rode it four more times, because it's empty here. Tomorrow: water park, if I ever wake up. Then I meet up with a band for a week of tour. Craziness? I hope so. I'll be here, always.

Oh: Gold Bond. Good thing, for days like today, with lots of the walking and the rubbing. It will make a return at Langerado, SXSW, and Coachella. All coming up, very, very soon.