The End of the World is Beginning

Day # 2 began as Day # 1 did. In the cold, too early in the morning with a lot of miles ahead of us. It also began pizza-less. I should clarify. We tried to make an emergency grocery stop last night at a place called the "House of Pizza" in Obscuresville, Maine. They were just closing as we rolled through @ 2am. Much to our delight, we found this restaurant at our hotel. However, as we trooped out of bed, loaded the van and went for some food, we found the doors shut. As Alex said, it was closed both times. Un. Buh. Livable.

We trucked from Woodstock, NB all the way to Liverpool, NS with little incident (aside from a lot of rather menacing and disturbing signs about Moose and an equally severe and puzzling series of signs discussing smuggling bees into Nova Scotia; seriously). The trip looked a lot like the picture for the WHOLE way (apart from the small rhino named Dusty). It would have been a solid 7 hours of driving if I hadn't made two navigational blunders in and around Halifax. As such, there were an extra two hours of driving and grumpiness.

All that fell away when we got to the venue. A couple of folks named Heather & Michael run what is - in our experience - the most artist hospitable venue we've ever come across. Although the initial turnout for the start of the show was light, Heather very much re-enacted the "It's your cousin, Marvin Berry" scene from Back to the Future. We were halfway through our first song and she made a phone call. By the end of the second song, a group of folks piled in from the cold and Heather & Michael insisted we start over for the new arrivals. You really can't makes this stuff up. Un. Buh. Lievable. And awesome.

We're just getting ready to hit the pillow now in a three story mansion that's 105 years old. It is haunted, has 30 some rooms and a gigantic library lining the walls of the entire second floor. It's Un. Buh. Lievable. And awesome. More tomorrow when I can see straight.

j.d.