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We arrive at Dulles Airport (left straight from work) and go to check in our bags. WHAM! $75 in overweight baggage fees! Shit! Make it on the flight no problem and arrive at LAX around midnight Pacific time...we call our driver and he says he's on his way. Me, I'm freezing. I packed for east coast weather and didn't bring any kind of long sleeve apparel whatsoever, and the 65 degree weather combined with the fine mist that's blowing down from where airport workers are cleaning the pickup zone have got me shivering.
Two hours later we hear back from Dan "Dismal" Tracy (driver/booker/promoter for one show/singer for Crematorium). "Uh hey guys...my van's engine caught fire while I was coming to get you...I'm on the side of the highway in Englewood." Shit!
We put our heads together and decide that the best way to handle this is to just say fuck it and engage an airport shuttle to drop us off at our respective locations. Of course, we can't all fit in one van so Pig Destroyer hop in the one that's idleing by the curb and wave goodbye. The next one pulls up 10 minutes or so later, we heave our amps, guitars, etc in, and we're off. $80 later we arrive at Dan's house in Hollywood, make ourselves at home and pass the fuck out. At ths point it's 6:30 AM to our poor heads.