"And there she stood...like a disheveled prom date: Our Very Own California Dream"
Bouncing violently from side to side I reached into the overhead compartment which held the few pieces of clothing I still owned. Dressing inside a moving vessel while ripping down the highway had become second nature for me, but today getting decked out into a white bikini & a pair of faded denim cutoffs was proving to be a bit more difficult than originally planned.
Just behind a sliding accordion style door, separating me from the rest of the band, I caught a glimpse of myself in a shaky mirror upon a paneled wall. I guess that was me alright, tan face, sunburned nose & a tired set of blue eyes just above a matching set of deep dark circles. Too little sleep. Too many 99cent Burger King sodium sandwiches. And honestly? Entirely Too Much Fun.
A whimper & a prayer.
Just behind a sliding accordion style door, separating me from the rest of the band, I caught a glimpse of myself in a shaky mirror upon a paneled wall. I guess that was me alright, tan face, sunburned nose & a tired set of blue eyes just above a matching set of deep dark circles. Too little sleep. Too many 99cent Burger King sodium sandwiches. And honestly? Entirely Too Much Fun.
As my head bounced & jerked it's way forcibly toward the window, I suddenly realized there was nothin. Nothin' but ledge & the remnants of falling rock. Wasn't there supposed to be a road here? Maybe a shoulder of some sort?? It was the type of scenery that would have normally compelled me into the high pitched terror screams of a little girl, but today my vocal chords made no sound. Still hoarse from 6 shows in a row at 6 different clubs with the same shoddy sound systems & non existent vocal monitors. Ahhh what's not to love about the Bartender / Sound guys of the independent tour scene?
All I could muster was a whimper. A whimper & a prayer.
Winding, bending & clutching onto curves like a slick butter knife teetering upon the edge of an ice cube, this Vintage 30ft Fleetwood Southwind RV (aka home) was hellbent on making it's way up, around & down Topanga Canyon.
Destination? The beach.
Objective?
Forget about the lack of dough needed
to keep that beast of a behemoth running on diesel for another 8 weeks of tour.
Somehow, someway we would make it happen.
But today?
Today we would relax like rockstars in the sun doin a little California dreamin'
Ok rockstars who eat 99cent fries for dinner ;)
xo
Hepburn Hugs & Ric Ocasek Dreams,Birdee Bow
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