10/31/07 The Summit Durango CO

We had been warned at KWSB during our interview about the drive to Durango. Appearantly there was a treacherous part of the road that there was no shoulder or guard rail and it was windy and icy. We hit the road pretty early and were enjoying the beautiful scenery. By then we had heard from Sean and he and his family were doing well, so that was good to hear. As tough as it was to finish the tour without him, he needed to be with his family. We all respected him so much for making the tough decision to head home, and it was absolutely the right one. JD was at the wheel and we were cracking jokes and listening to music. JD was also on his phone talking to his dad, when we hit a dangerous curve. He hit the brakes and slowed down, everone collectively paused then continued doing whatever. Then another curve came, only this one was right by a cliff and there was no shoulder, no rail and ice and water dripping down the mountain side. Everything go real quiet. It went from "Hey JD be careful" to "Hey JD slow down a little" to "JD maybe you should get off the phone so you can concentrate" to "JD get the F**k OFF THE PHONE SO WE DON"T DIE!!!!". It got real quiet real quick, no jokes no music no laugher. I was sitting shotgun and could look out the window down the ravine. It continued in this tense balance of turning and braking cautiously. It was one of the most scary experiences we have had on the road. We were all relieved when it was done. We all were realizing that this was for real. We are on the road far from home, Sean's had to go back because of tragedy and we were risking our lives to get to a gig that could end up like last night. The thought of us flying off a cliff to get to a club in Durango CO scared us straight. We arrived at The Summit and checking into our rooms and didn't say much. The Summit is cool spot in Durango, all wood inside, like a cabin, multi leveled club. This would be our last of the Halloween shows, we were all sick of the costumes and fights and craziness by this point. That night didn't dissappoint. At one point Brian was dancing with a blue smurf and a really smelly hippie chick. I could smell her from behind the drums. I took out my frustration on a heckler and almost got up from behind the kit when Brian calmed me down. I knew something was up because usually its the other was around. I was ready to head home. Playing drums and doing vocals and getting emails and dealing drunk idiots and driving for hours was taking its toll. Plus at the end of the night the drunk door mand stiffed us our money and I got into it with him and we had to be seperated, so I said F++k you and we took off.