God I'm tired. We were awake till 5am hanging out with some of the many pretty French girls. Toulouse is an incredibly beautiful city, both the city itself and the lovely women here. But let me tell the story in order.
Two days ago we played in Paris. We played a small club called Cafe Rigoletto. One of my best friends in the world, Lei, travelled all the way from Wales to come see us. I felt so grateful to play in front of her and for the dedication she showed to our friendship to travel all the way to Paris with her son. The show was a bit rocky, but we made the best of it and slept well that night recovering from the ridiculousness of Rock Im Kabuff. Then we woke up early to make the long drive to Toulouse. We got here late, soundchecked and played well. My set was well received and the band's set was probably our tightest yet. Then we hit the town with our friend Greg.
We witnessed bouncers pepper spray and then beat the shit out of some kid. They had him on the ground and were pounding him with the pepper spray can and then one of them kicked him in the head with heavy boots. What he could have done to deserve getting kicked in the head like that I have no idea. I'd rather assume that the bouncers were sociopaths who took the excuse to beat some kid down because they were bored. It was a really intense experience.
We wound up spending lots of time with these girls, one of whom had gotten some pepper spray in her eyes and spent the whole evening wiping her eyes out. Asshole bouncers. Another one of the girls gave Justin a tap on the junk that left him almost in tears. Funny. We wound up back at Greg's place and were up super late having our usual brand of ridiculous conversation and shenanigans.
Anyways, we woke up all feeling tired as all hell. And thats about where we stand right now. I'm going to nod off and try to be in a more energetic state for the show tonight.
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