Dispatches: The Measure [SA]: Episode 2

Tonight Dispatches brings you the second installment from The Measure [SA] as they continue on their first full US tour in support of 2008's One Chapter in the Book: A Collection of Standard Waits and Measurements. Lauren wrote in a few days ago, while today's episode comes courtesy of Fid.You can click Read More for the tour journal.

A highlight of tour:
After playing a thoroughly excellent show in Ft. Worth at the Exploding House, we went to Waffle House, and then, at 3 am, drove 45 minutes to Glen Rose, TX, where my aunt and uncle live. The next day, my Uncle Alton took us to the Dinosaur Valley State Park, where there's a mess of fossilized dinosaur tracks in the Paluxy River bed. We hopped across stones to forge the river, and then hiked through the woods with Alton as our tour guide. He's an expert in all matters natural, and it was fascinating listening to the history of the area. (It should be noted that Alton illustrated Ranger Rick, from the children's magazine of the same name, for 15 years. He was the closest thing to a celebrity I was aware of growing up, although none of the girls in fourth grade were impressed. I digress.)
After a couple hours of much needed outdoor recreation and exercise, we crossed back over the river and made our way out of the park, but not without taking some photos of the locals.

On the way out, we couldn't help noticing the steadfastly un-ironic placement of a "Creationist Museum" next door to the entrance of the park.
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A lowlight of tour:
vomiting all over Nara Sushi in Richmond while Hail Hydra was playing. This was due to the world's worst Waffle House experience earlier in the day in Maryland. Seriously, fuck that Waffle House. I mean, I rebounded the next day at a much better Waffle House, but goddamn that one sucked! Anyway, I managed to mop up the mess before anyone noticed, but it was real embarrassing trying to convince the bartender that I honked all over his establishment because of bad scattered, smothered, and covered, and not because I drank too much, which is normally the case and much preferred.

happy inauguration day - punkrockneverstop,
Fid (and Beavie, Walter, & Leroy)