111: Oh Lonely Bakersfield

I had such a great idea for last night. It was to be the first night of this tour when I'd truly be alone, having dropped my tourmate/soulmate off at the airport in the morning. So the plan was this: head to a nearby coffeehouse with free wireless internet, do a bunch of work, drive from San Francisco to Bakersfield, find a nice hotel and then sleep in the car in the parking lot. In the morning, I'll wake up, get some breakfast, actually go into the hotel and check in for the next night, sleep all day, play the show, come back and sleep all night, voila, two nights sleep for the price of one.

My ridiculous plan had flaws. To be honest, i don't know what i was thinking. I think perhaps i've been reading too many "roadtrip" novels. The major problem was this: Since the coffeehouse had no internet, I left early and got to Bakersfield early and was stuck with nowhere to go and nothing to do. Bored out of my skull. So I'm at a hotel. One with free wireless and after the laziest night of my life which consisted of laying around and moaning, I'm finally up and ready for action. First things first: free hot breakfast.

Next things next: gather up album covers for tomorrow's blog, fix guitar, find out when checkout is, go find somewhere to sit for 8 hours. This is the life.