we are the hooligans

Monday march 28
Centennial hall tuscon az
The drive from vegas is amazing. We take in the hoover dam, and southwards down u.s . 95, through the high desert. I doubt that the lads have seen scenery like this. We stop for a hearty country breakfast in wikieup, az, in some weird Navajo shop/peacock farm, but, hey, the ham and eggs are rocking. Eventually we touch down at the university of tuscon, which of course, is alcohol free. This policy is decidedly not cribs friendly. But I see that they are flexible and do quite well with a bottle of vodka. I think they play a bit sloppily, but it is a seated reserved venue. Who can tell who is into what, at this stage. We stay for a bit of franz and death cab, but head back to our hotel and ultimately 80/s night at club congress. Well, when we get to the crab shack, and I refuse to sign some affidavit absolving the hotel of any theft, the wee gang banger and his heroine addict of a co worker give me visions of big Russell crowe on the late nite tip at the mercer hotel. I am playing relatively cool, but I am thinking about that house telephone flying across the room and putting this cat on his ear. ‘yo you don’t haveta stay here, we got no time for this’. I love ghetto slang at 150usd per night. Beware of the riverpark inn. It might be good enough for the white sox, but it aint welcoming to y/all road dawgs. They conveniently lose our reservations, we reload the van, drive to the congress hotel, check ourselves in and head straight into the makers and sodas(with bitters, of course, the redd foxx). The brits warm up in their rooms, and the weegies and what not arrive en masse for the after party in the sky. The Hughes seems to manage to find yet more people to continue the party with. It all goes down in room 231 or something like that. I beg off early, dreading the 925 mile drive in the morning.
Tuesday march 29
On the road to bob knows where
A bit of congress café for heart stopping breakfast, Chicago music for one stop shopping, and I10 east for the ultimate hammer down. We drive through everything, and there is so much road kill, I am sure that it is actually raining cats and dogs. We drive through rain of biblical proportions, I nearly hit a dead coyote and a couple of hundred deer. Finally we find an oasis in ozona, that super 8 rocks. The pool looks like a set from boogie nights, and at 45usd per night, we will take it. Only 200 miles back to Austin.