Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Day One Hundred Fifty Six of Tour--Charleston SC
I swear I saw every minute of the night pass on the digital clock, but I was asleep. But I was so awake. The mattress I was on had transformed into a raft, the floor became the sea and I drifted through the night on my back, dying and making peace with the world. I saw people looking down from the skies upon me, passing their judgments. I was on my way to the next world, having succumb to the ravages of this world's illness. And I was perfectly ok with that.
And then I had to pee, so I walked through the living room where I saw Noelle and David. Someone was playing dubstep super super loud, and it sounded like a huge party just beyond the door next to the bathroom. I walked back to my room and passed out.
David woke me up. I wasn't feeling any better. Lauren, the girl who put us up and was super nice to me, filled up for tank and gave us a gas card. That's so swell. I guess Rational made out all right at the show last night too, so spirits were kind of high. Except mine. I felt like shit, like an asshole with strep throat.
Hembrough stayed somewhere else, as the man who always quests for the party tends to do. We went and scooped him up, and were on our way. Destination: Charleston, South Carolina.
We escape Florida and headed up the Georgia coast. We swung into Savannah for lunch at David's parents house. I got a hot shower, and I was given a bed to pass out in. When I woke up, I felt worse than I ever have in my whole life.
Sweating my ass off, I was packed back into the van and we were off again. I started to feel not as bad about an hour into things. We were headed to Noelle and Chris' friend Jordan's. We arrived and I was ready to die.
The people at the place were so nice and understanding. I was given a couch. Everyone took off for fun times, and I passed out. I woke up later at some point. I still wasn't feeling better. I watched a lot of tv, hours worth, before I crashed for the night. People came back, but mostly left again. Noelle and David stuck around. I don't remember what we did.
In hindsight, today was probably one of the worst days of my life.