CT4 Tour Blog: Epilogue.

Bellingham/Bothell/Bellevue, WA to Seattle, WA.

@ 550 12th Ave. TONITE!

I had this plan where I was going to write a couple of paragraphs in summation, to end the blog about the tour. Doing so while it's still fresh in my mind is important, too. Today is Thursday July 23, and CT4 is playing a homecoming of sorts at a house space (I think?) on 12th on First Hill. I'm stoked! I haven't shaved yet, and I'm trying to decide what to do in the hour or so I have before Meghan picks me up. We'll see. Fortunately, no one gives a shit but me.

So the thing is, I already gushed during the course of the tour about how much fun it was, how cool we all are, how well we get along, et cetera. I also publicly contemplated feeling old, and foisted haiku on CT4 fans. Sorry.

In spite of the cliches, this tour really was the kind of experience that movies are made of. A pivotal experience for all of us in subtle (or not at all subtle) ways; we had adventures and met kooky characters and became closer and all that stuff, and came out the other side with no damage. PG-13. Maybe I'm confused. Maybe all shoestring style first tours are like this, but to me it certainly felt unique. I can't imagine anything else I could have been doing during those 2 weeks of my life that would have been better. I realize that some people envy my position. But I am rarely this fortunate, so I'm going to revel in my memory, guilt-free.

Having the last show fall through was terrible timing, and I think we all agreed another week would have been sweet. But all in all, we came home wanting more, which is a good way to come home. If my lucky streak holds, I'll get to go out with them again next time..?

I thank you one more time for reading this blog; it was a pleasure writing it. I thank Meghan, Cristina and Valerie for inviting me to join them on the journey, and for making my shoes hurt.