Flash back....

After the show, most the crew gathered in the parking lot in front of the tour buses. Those missing in action were scrounging for a towel, hoping it to be larger than the loincloths promoters usually provide. In addition to the nightly towel search, the crew vies for a shower in a smelly locker room with hot water & a lockable door. Shower options are sometimes less than savory but we make the best of it and sometimes when you can’t deal with the situation – it’s best to cut your loss and start drinking immediately after the show.

Some of the crew has converted the parking lot into a lounge; they’ve set up lawn chairs, a boom box and citronella candles. As people lounge about, some of the crew boys start to set off fireworks and here I am, stood in the car park in my pajamas, drinking an apple martini out of a plastic martini glass.

Displaying the epitome of class, pinkies up! If you’re going to drink solo cups are simply class-less and sometimes they’re the only option but that’s why I plan ahead and carry my own drink ware. Ridiculous I know yet very apropos.

Everyone’s laughing, having a good time & just at that moment a scooter whizzes by. On the scooter is one of our lovely backline monkeys, sans clothes, with a flaming bottle rocket protruding from his arse. Bursts of blue & green sparks erupt from his bottom as he circles the parking lot. Booty pyrotechnics - isn’t that how everyone relaxes after a day at the office?

Nothing shocks me now after touring with this dude. This is a man that needs to be on every tour I work on – he’s comedy relief and a really sweet man. He’ll do anything once but mostly twice and he has the best stories tell.

And there’s nothing to tell if you don’t get out there and do something.

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