LATE NIGHT VEGAS PRT. 2
HiGGS GAINING MOMENTUM Part 2 (The Sand Dollar)
Hi people we’re going to time travel Back to September 20th the Sand Dollar Lounge.
It’s 3 am and we are all stuck in traffic listening to Jesse ramble on about this and that and the other thing. The band wants to go to the hotel to sleep after a long day and I still need food! I didn’t hardly eat anything at the venue because they were serving of all things, fucking PIZZA; I’m anti-pizza! I can’t eat that delicious, cheesy, bubbly, yummy and spicy food art. If I eat it I could blow up! I shouldn’t be eating pizza dough! If I do I could blow up! Thus can’t sell the Merch! It’s just a thing with me, I’m dedicated to The HiGGS for reasons I am sworn under oath of the road-dog not to reveal.
Eating is a challenge for the Road-Dog. I get busy at the Merch booth and the crowds show up and I’m stuck there. Sometimes I miss dinner and end up eating late at night. I have permission to leave, but I take my responsibilities seriously. I can’t with good conscious leave the table un-attended.
It’s not in the Merch-man’s programming.
It might not make sense to you, but that’s me!
Now the band, they all love to eat and eat. They eat all kinds of dank food found in the most random and remote places through the Yelp App. Yet Pizza, (The enemy of the Road-Dog) seems to be on the menu at lot of the venues booked by The HiGGS. David and Jesse love to express how damn delicious and great everything that they are eating is. It’s not easy to sit through this. My palate starts quivering and my mouth waters. My mind fills with thoughts and pictures every time they do it.
Damn them two!
LOL!
John places third. He really enjoys hella food, but likes to escape and eat it in a private setting most often out of all of them. He can talk about grubbing down until no end. Telling tales of Korean Steak houses and his favorite Yakatori joints, as well as noodle houses and dessert places he’s traveled far and wide to experience. He LOVES sweets! I once caught him making love to ice cream in private, he ate it like a lover. So graceful and with care and once again in private. He rarely eats anything in front of me. It happens but only on very rare occasions.
Garrett likes to go find good food deals. He is very much a smart buyer and a magnet to getting the food he loves for less money; he disappears as well a lot of the times. He keeps to himself unless asked if it was good. (Thank you Garrett!)
It takes a lot of will power to resist the crappy and sometimes dank food of the road, I would never tell the guys not to express themselves; my problem not theirs.
But have a heart for the Road-Dog guys!
Oh! Lord Help Me!
Many might think road life or life as a road-dog is just a big adventure and your right to think it, it is! I’m sworn in as “Road Dog” Blogger/Merch-man and confidant of the spaceship Lydia to live by this motto. “What is happens on the road is defiantly getting tattled on in the blog”! Ha! LOL!
Nah! That’s not true and loose lips have sank smaller ships. Plus it would be boring! Due to nothing happens much? (Right?) Remember I’m sworn in as Road-Dog Confidant. (See Confidant https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/confidant)
My Lips are held shut with John’s guitar Capo. LOL!
But, anyways getting back to where the hell I was; were did I leave off?
That’s right! I was talking about how these guys unintentionally (Except Jesse, he told me he loves to do it. So I got to love this man for his madness.) torture the living hell out of me. By eating and enjoying all food that comes down the tour pike. I can’t eat I’d say, meh, 75 percent of what they eat. I’ll blow up if I do! Thus Merchman will be no more! Then who will be there to sell it with a crooked smile? I’ll literally blow the fuck up! I can’t eat too much bread, maybe once a day if it’s early?
So here we are driving into the cesspool of the desert, Las Vegas, Nevada. Frantically looking for some sustenance. Then I see it! Like the Disney Castle to a child. The bright neon lights call my name!
“Taco Bell Cantina”!
My rules sometimes must be broke, I’m hungry!
I’m thinking of some serious cheesy and delicious toasted Gordita’s! I’m F-N hungry and getting desperate. Their toasted not fried! Perfect for a case of the munchies when out “Late Night”. It was definitely late, and it was certainly night-time. Like I said I’m hungry and options are not good at this late hour. Road-Dog can’t live on pizza toppings like cheese peperoni and tomato sauce. The dough is a no go!
But there it is, like a lantern made of gold!
Taco Bell Cantina. My stomach was hell-of hungry and frustrated! After all I was feeling the lack of food in my system and, well, just guess? (Well if you’re following along, once again due to my high road maintenance.) I’ll just blow up and the Merch can’t be sold and the world would end. But there it was, picture perfect, a delicious, cheesy crunchy, mind altering and like a drug, Chalupa! These damn things are addictive and Taco Bell is like a legal drug dealer!
Oh! I admit, I know Chalupas’s are not that healthy for me. I was licking my lips just anticipating a fix! After all that delicious and scrumptious Chalupa was in waiting. I am f/n hungry!
Well right at the height of my Taco Bell Cantina wet dream this happens.
WE CAN’T PARK LYDIA!
I’m saved by denial!
I won’t be blowing up!
Not yet!
But I was reeling with panic!
Tears in my eyes!
The van, it is too fat and long and hard! Well what I really mean to say is, it’s hard to navigate the road-hog the band refers to as Lydia into a tight area? Las Vegas is definitely tight! So to make a long story short.
NO TACO BELL! CANTINA FOR ROAD-DOG!
I swear that devil Jesse, who was now hallucinating weird shit from lack of rest and consuming mass amounts of Red Bull. He loves to antagonize me! He who had a belly full of Pizza. Knew we couldn’t go in. Started with his teasing remarks; “Hey, Steve look, it’s so close you can almost touch it; don’t you wish you had some”? Then he laughs like a Hyena at me! Jesse was right I almost could touch it, like I said before I even tried, with a tear in my eye! But I was stuck in the vegetarian smelling and tour stained vessel, Lydia! (I’m investing in an air-freshener soon.) But between myself and the Cantina there stood what seemed literally like prison bars. They might as well been. These bars and lack of parking was keeping me from my Chalupa ecstasy.
Jesse through all this happening was in his element, as I said before he enjoys frustrating me to no end. Liking to tease me due to my inability to consume normal human food; Oh shit; I can’t say that! (I swear I’m not alien)
I love Jesse and I know it’s all in fun. (I think?)
Needless to say we went to find a McDonalds that was 24hrs. Even looked for more than one.
See the bands does loves Road-Dog!
Yet, Time after time searching, we found no parking! It was now like 2am and eventually Lydia wound up at a Subway far away in the outskirts of Vegas far from the Neon Lights. My mind was screaming “No bread, get a grilled chicken salad”!
Subway was sadly a shit show, I regretted it and took way too long to get me “Road-Dog” my food. Jesse, now parked, was hallucinating from fatigue even more and now babbling more crazily and more senseless than earlier. After all he drove literally all day and then performed 2 sets!
But Road-Dog needs to eat, and as the Roadman, I have to wait sometimes until master gets hungry first! Plus, if master doesn’t stop at a road-dogs safe restaurant, it could mean KA-POW!
Do you remember reading? “Bub staring at me when I was waking”.
(Read my Blog titled. Day 1 Finally hitting the road)
Road-Dog doesn’t relieve himself either till he gets permission and the van stops. LOL!
Jesse now in a state of slumber, kept falling asleep while parked and waiting for me to get my order. Losing track of everyone’s where-a-bouts! LOL! Then nodding out to see John who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly disappear and then appear out of the van; walking around the parking lot. Then again re-appearing sitting next to him back in the van. LOL!
Who needs drugs, just stay up late?
After all this, I Road-Dog got food! A chopped “oven baked chicken” salad. It was horrible, never agree to have your salad chopped. Always ask them to toss it. LOL! But make sure not to wink at the person taking the order, they might take it wrong! I swear I wasn’t winking, my eyes were just tired. I wasn’t being fresh I swear!
Finally after all that, at 5am, after getting to the hotel, unloading my bed, bag and threads. I sat down to a nice soggy salad!
I ate the chicken only, after picking it out and throwing the chopped throw-up away…….
Road life is not easy!
Off we headed in the morning to.
This is where more fun troubles start!
Blog with you soon.
The Road Man/Road Dog.
Now off to the Hut, Phoenix, Arizona.