Holidays in the Sun diary

Thursday August 23rd:
Everything seems to still be up in the air over who is really going to the festival.
Chauncey finally calls and says the trip money has arrived and he is back in.
Hot Karl reports that he is definitely not going since he doesn't want to piss off his boss. (Honestly I think there may be something strange between the two so I don't question his decision any further)
Switchblade Mike has been in for the duration, and hasn't backed down since the early planning stages. Being the newest DJ, Im sure he is just as interested in seeing us seasoned DJ's in action (we will get to that later!) , as he is seeing three historic days of Punk Rock. Little does Switchblade Mike know, but this is going to be his initiation into the real seedy underworld of Destroy Radio.   :-(

I finish up most of my packing, making sure to
get as much camera equipment as I can find.
The copy machine has been running most of the
day so that we will have some reasonable looking
flyers to pass out at the show. Close to 1000 flyers
later and a dry $179 toner cartridge I decide its
time to give it all a rest. Lights out but little sleep.

Friday August 24th:
It's 9:00 AM and the car is loaded and I haven't even left to pick anyone up.
I hate leaving my dogs. I always feel like they are going to do some prison
break while I'm gone and seek out a master who will give them canned food every night.

10:15 and I see Switchblade Mike swinging his arms. I haven't been to his new place yet, but its hard not to miss the skinny kid holding a pillow. His matching luggage consists of a laundry basket stuffed with all his shit, a pillow, bedroll, 2 backbacks and a tripod. I remind him of how down he's going to look walking into our swank cosmopolitan San Francisco hotel looking like a vagabond.
He responds by telling me to shut up.

10:40 we arrive at Chauncey's to find a milk crate stuffed with Chauncey's shit sitting on the hood of his car. Obviously the two have similar tastes in travel accessories. Chauncey walks out sporting an almost shaved skull which will turn out to be a bad decision later in the weekend.

11:30 we are heading up the I-5 which is the major north-south freeway through the western states. Everyone is hungry so we stop at McDonalds only to realize that the Quarter Pound gods have descinded from McHeaven. The lady gives us all kinds of free food, including free upsizes as well. We weren't sure if this was a subliminal message to entice us back for future visits, or that the lady just wasn't used to seeing three punk hunks in a SUV.

3:15 PM and we have crossed over the Oakland Bay Bridge and begin driving the stupidest maze of streets in the world. San Francisco driving sucks especially at first. Every turn is a wrong turn. Is it OK to drive between Trolleys? Which street isn't a one way street? Being a man and not bringing a map, we soon realized we were lost. Eventually the sign appears {Commodore Hotel} We have made it. Checking in we are told that a smoking room has just came available. This type
of room is needed for obvious reasons. Mine being Marlboro, Mikes being Camel.
The door said Room 501. We opened it only to find one bed. Hmmm, three guys one bed. The easiest way to take claim to the bed is by lying down on the bedspread and allowing all that pent up road trip gas to escape. Chauncey quickly decided the floor didn't look so bad. Switchblade Mike decided the couch didn't look so bad. And I now had all rights to a Queen sized dream assistant.

                                            3:55 and we are headed down Sutter looking for
                                            cheap food. Somehow we ended up in a Deli
                                            looking at a menu board that said they served Shit?
                                            Not wanting to try Shit, we decided to get the 6 inch
                                            high specials and head back to the room.

                                            5:15 comes while we attempt to hail a cab. For
                                            some reason we aren't very good at it.

                                            5:30 we are in a cab and headed to the festival.

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