DREAM: I’m running around outside in a parking lot. A few cop cars are nearby. I’ve found a new blue car for myself. Blocks of snow keep appearing over the car as if I’m creating it—eventually covering up the whole vehicle. At some point I become enveloped in the snow—feeling a combination of cold and warm—the cold snow is comfortable. My dad is on the other side grabbing hold of the car and flapping the snow as if it was a blanket, interconnected. I hold onto the top of it. As he continues to flap the snow blanket, I’m being thrown up into the air and squealing like a little girl—This is fun.
3 p.m. I wake up.
Breakfast: Ezekiel 4:9 Cinnamon Raisin Toast with Butter. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.
Driving to Lynchburg with the Musicplayer boys and Margot—a four-hour trip. Lying down in the back with her by my side—reading Adbusters magazine—Chris and Kal take turns at the wheel—snow flurries rushing at the windshield (Chris mentions something about Star Wars).
Lunch: Hard Boiled Egg. McDonalds French Fries (bad idea). Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Oolong Tea.
Out of all the other mountain towns of Virginia, Lynchburg has it’s own unique personality and character—the rundown factories and plants—a colonial war history. Of course, you can’t dismiss the steep hilly roads—you would think you’re in Seattle or something.
Playing our set at The White Hart Café along with Rugby and The Late Virginia Summers, two well-accomplished bands backed by wonderfully talented people. This place is intimate and quaint—an antique Victorian style—bookshelves everywhere piled with mostly Christian themed selections, some theology and philosophy. The floorboards are slanted where I stand to play guitar, unbalanced and creaky. Feeling proud of our performance and a good response from the natives afterwards.
Nathan, of TLVS, is uber kind to us making sure we’re taken care of for gas and such.
Driving us back to Hampton Roads.
Stop at a Sheetz.
Dinner: Fried Fish Fillet Sliders with Cheese, Tartar Sauce, and Ketchup. Caramel Iced Coffee. Cinnamon Roll with Cream Cheese Icing (another bad idea).
The boys are asleep in the back—Margot in the passenger seat—the stereo on. Towards the end I get weary of the road and start to feel drowsy. Saying silly and meaningless things—she makes sure to let me know I’m delirious.
Finally in town. She helps me unload our gear into the storage unit.
Her: “I kept looking over at you and thinking how cute you were…”
Touching, embracing, kissing, and the rest of the story is obvious, but not one to disregard as just an expected sexual escapade. Even as routine as they are, each time is special and with new sounds and feelings.
Eating Carrots with Ranch and sipping on this new Roasted Brown Rice Green Tea Yolinda got for me to try…mmmm.
Business.
Eating a bowl of Frosted Shredded Wheat cereal.
Watching footage from the show.
Sleep 8 a.m.
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