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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.
 
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Dan's apartment in Hollywood.

Dan and his girlfriend have a pretty nice apartment, an odd combination of goth and pottery barn decor. They have one fat black cat and one ancient white cat with a thyroid problem that seriously disturbed us...the poor thing was so skinny it looked CAVED IN when it was lying down. We spent a good amount of time over the course of the next few days contemplating euthanizing the skeletal creature, but were loath to actually touch it, so nothing ever came of it.

We got up the next day and (this quickly became a theme) waited around for Dan. He was feverishly hunting for a replacement van so we decided to take off and walk around for a while and explore his neighborhood.

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A few blocks away we hit Sunset and I magically pulled from the depths of my memory the tidbit of information that Amoeba Records was just around the corner, so we spent a good hour or so browsing thought their records. I thought about nabbing the maudlin of the Well card in the metal section since I doubt they'll be getting any more maudlin CDs in, but then was too apathetic to follow through. Blake almost bought a Saigon Kick LP, I almost applauded his taste.
 
We got back to the house and Dan had good news - he found a new van! He had some bad news, too! Instead of a 15 seat van like we had originally contracted, he had found a...FOUR SEAT van. Yeah. Luckily he also had a trailer handy, so we rigged that up and got all our gear in. Unfortunately this still meant that at least five of use would be rolling around th back of the van for the duration of the weekend.

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Dan himself - the soon-to-be "most hated man by every band on the tour"

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"I don't think this is gonna work" (before hooking up the trailer)

Only an hour behind schedule, we head out for Ventura. It's a beautiful drive and we make good time. Moral was high. We arrived at the VFW Hall and were excited to see a large group of kids waiting to be let in to the venue. Which was exactly what you would expect from a VFW Hall - large, linoleum, wood panelled walls, fluorescent lights.

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The Ventura VFW Hall

I didn't get any good photos from this show but they would have shown us playing with the crowd about halfway out across the floor looking kind of bored. However, I've run across some messageboard postings this week from people I've never met before saying great things about our set that night, so who am I to make thesee kinds of snap judgements? It was great to hear postivite responses though. We basically looked at this as a warm-up gig for the next three days.
 
thank god this thread finally delivered!

of course, now I have to go home and sleep. but it will be here waiting for me when I wake up. and that's comforting.