I can't believe we have less than a week left. At the moment we're at some crazy, party hotel in the middle of nowhere. They want us to pay 5 bucks to use the pool meanwhile, the pool looks like it's on it's way to looking like that one in Karate Kid when they move into their new California apartment. Oh, and this is the second pool that has had a techno party while we're swimmin with the kids.
There's this thing we call "tour low." Everyone on a long tour experiences it once. It's usually set off by insignificant details after a string of annoying events (aka: the straw that broke the camel's back). One time my hairdryer broke and I started cring hysterically, on another tour I got an eye infection and turned into a complete lunatic because of my eye patch. The tour low is making it's rounds through our group of people. We're all kind of joking about it. Magnolia hit hers when she threw a screaming fit because she couldn't sit up front with the bus driver one day. (Try doing a time-out on a moving bus with 8 other people.)
One way to get out of it is to watch this.
Anyway, we're all coming out of tour low now. In this trucker town full of Walmart, Subway and hotel pools that replicate 90's hip hop video scenes, the sunset really is beautiful. I'll still say we've really had the best tour ever. I have more to discuss after we return home. I need to write about this amazing group of people-our extended tour family, the best "treasures" found on tour, the best baby products to travel with, Magnolia's special lunch date with her most favorite DJ in the world, playdates with friends across the country and the shows...Stay tuned.
For now, some of my personal tour HIGHS

Sisters chillin in Mags' bunk.

FInding eggs on the bus.
Cousin time.
Mags' crafts for sale-she made a killing and will be donating it to "kids who don't have toys."

Backstage in Toronto. We played Rock Band (Cheap Trick).

Playgrounds. (Even dog parks will do because June likes stealing the slobbery tennis balls)

Hanging with Bette Midler (chicken version) and the rest of the Patzners and friends in Oakland.
More to come.