We had a long, rainy drive yesterday through Hurricane Ida, which lasted from Atlanta all the way across Alabama. Jeremy and Robin split the driving duties, Rachel crocheted a scarf, both Buddy and Brandy were immersed in Sookie Stackhouse novels, and I read and finished Julie and Julia, which I liked. I especailly apprecited the author’s consuming love of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A woman after my own heart.
Once we arrived that the Hyatt in Baton Rouge, Jeremy, Buddy, Brandi, and all the members of Uncle Earl went to see Darrell Scott play at the Manship Theater, where we’re playing tonight. Bryn (Earl bassist) played a lot of the show with him. She has said he is her absolute favorite person to tour with. Once while on tour, Darrell took his band biking down the Virginia Creeper trail in southwest Virginia. He’s also a total foodie and knows all sorts of chefs, so he finds the best restaurants to eat at in every city where they play.
As ashamed as I am to write this, Rachel and I stayed in and watched TV. It sounds completely lame, but I was SO tired and downtime on the road is very important. Most of the band had downtime in Asheville, but I was at my aunt’s birthday party and I badly needed a night to veg out and do nothing. Four episodes of The Office, M&Ms for supper, ten hours sleep, and a good workout this morning were just what the doctor ordered.
Here are a couple pictures from Monday night at the Red Light Café. I’ve completely dropped the ball as far as taking pictures is concerned, so I have my friend Myrna Talbot and uncle Mike Johnson to thank for these: