We wake up feeling like rotten eggs, eggs that have been rotten for some time. Michael feels so rotten that he is actually at the hospital with acute bronchitis. Most miss breakfast and we have a 5 hour drive to Myrtle Beach.
Our new friend Dave Hause is picked up and off we go…one light relief is that the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina has an Alligator park right next door so I get to check out the jurassic creatures before the gig.
The gig goes off though and we all have fun over pints of rum again…merch tables are turned over and I wrestle Dave into a sink and pour water all over him…oops! Time to be taken home..not such a bad hangover the next day surprisingly!
I have a good feeling about Atlanta…and it was confirmed as almost the whole places is moving and surfing. It almost feels like they’re here to see just us…don’t worry – we know they’re there to see the almighty Flogging Molly but its nice to think it when you’re jumping around in front of them! Oh and I swear someone tried to take off my pants when I went surfing! Naughty! That reminds me – the guy in the kilt who flashed me – I admire your bravery but why not try it in New York sometime soon huh?!
Florida tomorrow…along way but there’s a BBQ lined up…I only hope I am awake enough to enjoy!!