Off the wire via: The Dudes

Rest assured the cashier was a 19-year-old Korn cap-festooned, creepy flesh-colored goateed dude who strangely declined my offer to take his picture.

Now we’re in Iowa, bout to pick Tim up from the Des Moines airport, high-tail it to Iowa City, and squeeze one out. We’ve covered almost 2000 miles in about 50 hours. Not recommended.

Pt. 2

Figuratively. We’re in Iowa, taking the scenic route. All the houses look like Monopoly houses, placed all scattershot on the board. Lotsa corn. The Indians called it “maize,” you know, in case you never went through third grade. It’s nice here.

Iowa City was very Monday night. A handful of denizens watched us practice. Wouldn’ta had it any other way. Drank a Leinenkluger or two. At least I think that’s what it was called. The kinda shit beer that’s best kept belovedly regional, like Yuengling. If only Schlitz had never gone national. It was our Big Jiggers show of this tour (see: 10/30/07). Every tour needs one.

Tonight, Minneapolis and the Dandys. Bye.