New York City — V Magazine party
Jetlagged and on the go again, we got free, swanky hotel rooms and a thousand
bucks to play in front of models, magazine people and designers. I felt
short and ugly when I walked into the party room at the W hotel. But people listened
when we played, and we got to invite twenty of our ugliest friends (just kidding;
all of our friends are hot) to mingle with fashionistas. The V people are
sweet.
San Francisco (our favorite city in the world)
There is no better feeling on tour than returning to San Francisco. When people ask Magnolia where she is from, she replies, "Tan Pranpeepco" (San
Francisco). She has never lived there, but maybe she just feeds off of our desire
to return.
We played two nights at the Great American Music Hall. When the crowd sang along
to the line "tired of singing" at the end of the first night's
set, it almost made me cry. It's like all of our hometown friends were saying,
"We know, we get it, this is where you are loved. We'll take care of you and we'll
sing with you to make it better." I'm so cheesy, but I just f'n love this place.
Another holiday on the road, Thanksgiving. We went to a co-op preschool with
some friends and ate the best turkey molé sauce I've ever had and watched Mags
play with kids in the Bump a Dump room of the school. This is a room covered
in mattresses: a huge, floor-level bed to jump on.
We took a morning to visit the Habitot Museum in Berkeley. Mags couldn't
get enough of it. Clay, face paint, a spaceship with tons of buttons,
and music. Given its multiculturalism and welcoming vibe, I'd
buy a yearly pass if I lived here.
Speaking of which, we looked at a house in Berkeley for sale. Still too expensive here. Maybe
someday.
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