Jeff naps on the lawn on the campus of whatever university is located in Richmond.
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Last night, we played at a billiard hall in Charlottesville with a funk band named Man Mountain Jr. This went a little better than the description sounds. The MMJr. guys were very nice, their percussionist sat in with us for "Shine On" and in turn they had Greg play percussion with them for a few songs. He enjoyed that. Afterward we drove 45 minutes toward Richmond to a farm house that one of the band members' girlfriends (i think) kinda lives in, or something. I just know whoever's house it was, her parents were loaded (meaning rich, not drunk), they had horses in the backyard, and best of all, James and Jeff slept in the girliest, most hilariously creepy canopy beds ever. They said they couldn't sleep for 45 minutes, they were laughing so hard. They likened it to staying in the bedroom in the horror movie, where the two 6-year old girls are dead and the shell-shocked parents have kept the room exactly the same. As if all that wasn't enough, there was also a copy of Buns of Steel 4 in the wastebasket in the living room. We almost got out before "mom" got home, but she was nice, and didn't seem the least bit concerned that 4 scraggly "rockers" spent the night at her teenage daughter's house.
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Right now, we're listening to Neil Young. Jeff is driving. The routine has essentially been Jeff driving during the day, and myself at nite. We had our first Waffle House breakfast this morning.
I wonder if i should try any descriptive writing. You know, since i have a few minutes and all. Stuff like, "dead trees whiz by." I fear i'm not too good at that sort of thing at all. We've been listening to Neil Young, and he makes me never want to even attempt to write lyrics again. Things about moonlight in your eye, i wish i meant stuff like that. *Sigh* Anyway, right now reminds me of driving to my grandmother's house in upstate NY, where i used to live. Now all the imagry is there: the two-lane highway, smooth glittery pavement, dirt patches for U-turns and speed traps, subtle curves and hills, trees, etc. Big deal. This has been a quiet, relaxing stretch of the trip. No hysterical laughter like the last few days. James is one of the funniest people ever. But right now were all reading or writing or napping or listening or driving. This is nice.
I would be remiss not to mention how close we came to spending the night in a town named Goochtown, and how many predictable jokes we made. We just did some more thrift shopping at a Goodwill off the interstate. I bought a brown suit for $6.50, w/a free tie. It would proabably cost at least $40 in NYC.
We decided today that if Carroll O'Connor was still alive, he'd be perfect to play dictator Slobodan Milosevic in a TV movie.
James didn't buy this, and we're all sad.
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Greg gets in the mood for the way-out "talent night."
But first, he "lifts" a car ...
Mimi, after the "All-Star Breakfast"
