Woke up at the La Quinta feeling like I hardly got any sleep. That’s because I didn’t. I know I’ve been on tour for a while when I actually start looking forward to eating at places I would never eat at when I’m home, like Denny’s. Last night or morning when we pulled in the hotel I noticed the Denny’s in front of the hotel and I figured we would eat there in the morning. As a matter of fact when we were in the elevator Todd asks me

you know what La Quinta means in english?

nope

“Behind Denny’s”

I laugh because there is a lot of truth in it. Wherever there is a La Quinta, there usually is a Denny’s right in front or behind it. Either way I was looking forward to that Superbird. But when I get downstairs and everyone is in the lobby I motioned for Denny’s and all I got was a banana thrown at me. Might as well have been a tomato or cabbage. Lame. Guess not. So we drive and we’re tired and progressively getting more and more hungry. By the time we get there Timmy will end up driving longer than he slept last night. We pull off because everyone starts getting crazy, especially Sean. Try taking 6 hungry dudes and posing these options; Jack In The Box, Cracker Barrel, Wafflehouse, and Cheddars. After much deliberation and arguing, we decide on Cracker Barrel even though there is a 25 minute wait. We sit down and I order, along with Chauncey and Todd, the greasiest meal; fried chicken and mashed potatoes with mystery gravy. I feel gross. We all leave in better spirits at least and jump in for our never ending ride to New Orleans. As we are driving to New Orleans we all start to get this weird feeling. Hurricane Katrina hit this place so hard that even if you’ve never been here before, you can almost tell that something happened. We pass a body of water with the top of trees sticking out over the surface. It was so strange and creepy. And you can see the water line on this elevated road we are driving on, almost reaches the top. Sean tells us about some cool people he’s met that live in the bayous out here. Some real uber remote swamplife shit. And Chauncey starts telling us about these huge nutria rats that live out here, which are such a problem that supposedly you can get money for shooting them and bringing the bodies in. We start talking about rappers from here like Lil Wayne, Master P, BG, Juvenile, Manny Fresh, and Young Turk. It was pretty entertaining. And then we started reciting lines from Mobb Deeps Godfather Part 3, because there were several rainstorms and lightening on the way in, and the third of which we dubbed the G.O.D. father part 3. So we finally get into the French Quarters and if you’ve never been here and you have been to New York, the downtown area of New Orleans is a very VERY low scale version of Times Square with a lot less people aimlessly walking around with camera’s and funny hats. But either way it seems like the area has come a long way since I was here 2 years ago. It was completely dead then. They actually treated us really well in the House of Blues. The food was great, hospitality, and drinks. The show was a thin crowd. It was intimate but the one redeeming quality thing about it, is that when you come to a place that doesn’t get much of anything in terms of live shows that kids can get into, the people have an appreciation that is unparalleled. Tonight was a fun night. Chauncey made drinks backstage for each man. He calls them “backstage spritzers.” These time’s are the happiest of the tour; drinking and laughing about dumb shit like Tim and Eric’s Tordo’s Flavor Dust. LUST THE DUST!.

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