The tour is over, my gas has subsided, i've finally sobered and i woke up in my own bed today. *sigh*
What a tour.. Tuesday saw Sam and myself throw down a pint of beer before we had even gotten 50 metres from my house. After loading up the vehicles with bags, road cases and guitars it was off to the airport. With the roar of the car engine starting the tone of all conversations from that point onwards went to the gutter.
Before we hit the domestic terminal Sam, Evan, Sarah and myself were talking about nailing peoples limbs to other parts of their bodies as a form of torture.
More beers followed at the airport until we board our flight. To both Pistol Pete and Sam's dismay, they weren't serving beer on our flight. Thanks Air New Zealand, you nearly had us sobering up, cunts.
Christchurch was cold but not as cold as i was expecting it to be. We got our van and trailer, picked up some back line and hit up the pak 'n save. I think the check out lady there wanted a man sandwhich me and sam as she was far too friendly...
The accomidation in CHCH was not too bad even if it had 7 of us crammed in 6 beds. I was the lucky one who had the bed made for carnies.. That or kids.
The fun started wednesday morning with breakfast at C-1. It amazes me that they get any business due to their staffs inability to get orders right. I was glad to see they didn't fuck up a long black however. We loaded up the new trailer and started drinking.
Upon departing the city limits of CHCH we shifted our depraved and immature states of touring to top gear. Pants were removed, balls were proudly displayed and cocks were flung around with wreckless abandon. The empty riggers that littered the back of the van soon became make shift toilets for those of us who decided to drink.
We arrived in Dunedin with a few beers to spare and a van that smelt more like boys bathroom than i had ever imagined possible. Stu met us at refuel and we loaded in. Sound check was done in a timely manner and Pistol Pete got to play a little wrong handed bass while Evan fiddled with the sound desk.
Ritalin played a good set and sounded awesome. Kitsch played and amazing set, the crowd seemed to like all the new songs, which can only be a good thing. We packed down, drank some free beer and headed back to the motel. Stu and Helen came back and drank some beers with us. Stu showed us the local 24 hour dairy which made us Aucklanders feel a little bit more at home. Pornography, lollies and various pieces of deep fried food was purchased.
We awoke to another cold morning but managed to shower and what not before we went to modaks for coffee or 2. Ben and Evan had to do a radio interview so we went to find more beer. We had no luck finding beer so we picked up Ben, Evan and Sarah and found a bottle store, picked up the gear and headed out towards Queenstown.
We took the scenic road out of Duniden which seemed like a good idea apart from various members of my drinking team not feeling that great due to the road having far too many curves. This slowed the pass for some of us but not me. Since adventure is my middle name, i tried skittlebrau. What a bad idea. How could Homer betray me with such things? I finished my skittlebrau and went back to drinking beer by itself.
Queenstown was cold. and When i say cold, i really mean COLD. The Dux De Lux in Queenstown is split in to 2 different areas, the room we set up in was what i'd expect to see on a mountain, sorta like a chalet. There was a big fire place in the middle which was possibly a bit of a pain as it was large, and blocked alot of people from seeing the stage. The PA for the venue was more than likely over kill but Tall Paul and Sam (think that was his name) got it all set up and made sure that it wasn't going to deafen all of us.
Pistol Pete played some more bass during sound check while Evan twisted knobs and shifted faders. The room sounded good when the full band sound checked. We were fed some great pizza as well.
The Queenstown Lodge was our headquarters for the night. Sam and I shared a room. We had a lovely view of the lake and mountains from our room. The shower wasn't that great but it did the trick. After we all showered and shaved (yeah, i shaved my beard off to make room for my moustache) we headed back to the Dux.
There was about 100 people or so there i guess. Ritalin played as 3 piece due to illness of 1 member. There was technical problems with power and we had to remove the lighting to get things to not turn on and off at random. The locals posed to be a bit troublesome at first and it ended up with 1 of them in a headlock while his girlfriend slaps one of us. Pistol Pete and Sam explained to the sober-ish ones of the group why their Ronald McDonald looking friend got his head put into a headlock. Everyone settle down and Tall Paul finds some duct tape to secure the monitors at the front as no one likes the eat microphones mid song.
Kitsch started and one of the friends of the guy whom recieved a headlock decided to be a hero and stand at the front and give the fingers to Kitsch as they played. Pistol Pete offered him his 10 dollars back if he was to leave, obviously he had made the mistake of paying to get into a gig. The winner didn't take his money back and shortly afterwards was removed by the bar manager.
Sam and myself swept the bar after we packed down gear.. I'm not sure why, we were drunk. The free beers were finished, it was now offically Maggots birthday and some of us wanted to go out. Tall Paul and Sam took Evan, Maggot, Sam, Dan and Pistol Pete to one of the local bars. Lucky for us pussy Aucklanders it was 100 metres away. We drank topshelf, Magggot shook her birthday booty about and i tucked my shirt into my underwear. As you can gather none of us got picked up but luckily, none of us got beaten up either.
Ferburger was going to be our place for a mean feed but it was too busy. We wondered back to subway and at there. A bit of scuffle broke out in subway when some lovely english fellow head butted one of the local gromits. We got a cab back to the lodge and went to bed shortly after.
The drive back from Queenstown was hot. So hot that i spent most of the trip laying in the back of the van in only my boxers. We had a visit from Mr Salad Face. Love making was attempted with a plastic barbie doll and our tour lunacy hit new heights when sam got all picaso in his singelt with a packet of skittles, bbq sauce and boogers.
The Dux in CHCH was the last night and it was great. More awesome pizza's were consumed. Beer was free and the crowd was well behaved. What appeared to be shaping up as a big night out on the town was dashed when everyone bar myself and Dan went back to the motel. We headed out with some friends and ended up at some bar that played electronic music. Luckily they had 2 for 1 drinks.
Before the night was over Dan and I had to stop in at the 24/7 shop and get food and more tour porn. We walked briskly back to the motel and ate and talked about girls cans that we had spied during our time at the bar.
Our final breakfast was to be had at World (which is better than C1 IMHO). All the backline was dropped off at Sound People and we then headed to the airport. Boarding our flight was relatively tame despite me not putting my belt back on. The flight back to Auckland was as smooth as i could have hoped for apart for the child behind me kicking my seat lots.
The End!
Now i'm off to bed as i have work in the morning. I'll be sure to upload the photos tomorrow night.
--pete.
What a tour.. Tuesday saw Sam and myself throw down a pint of beer before we had even gotten 50 metres from my house. After loading up the vehicles with bags, road cases and guitars it was off to the airport. With the roar of the car engine starting the tone of all conversations from that point onwards went to the gutter.
Before we hit the domestic terminal Sam, Evan, Sarah and myself were talking about nailing peoples limbs to other parts of their bodies as a form of torture.
More beers followed at the airport until we board our flight. To both Pistol Pete and Sam's dismay, they weren't serving beer on our flight. Thanks Air New Zealand, you nearly had us sobering up, cunts.
Christchurch was cold but not as cold as i was expecting it to be. We got our van and trailer, picked up some back line and hit up the pak 'n save. I think the check out lady there wanted a man sandwhich me and sam as she was far too friendly...
The accomidation in CHCH was not too bad even if it had 7 of us crammed in 6 beds. I was the lucky one who had the bed made for carnies.. That or kids.
The fun started wednesday morning with breakfast at C-1. It amazes me that they get any business due to their staffs inability to get orders right. I was glad to see they didn't fuck up a long black however. We loaded up the new trailer and started drinking.
Upon departing the city limits of CHCH we shifted our depraved and immature states of touring to top gear. Pants were removed, balls were proudly displayed and cocks were flung around with wreckless abandon. The empty riggers that littered the back of the van soon became make shift toilets for those of us who decided to drink.
We arrived in Dunedin with a few beers to spare and a van that smelt more like boys bathroom than i had ever imagined possible. Stu met us at refuel and we loaded in. Sound check was done in a timely manner and Pistol Pete got to play a little wrong handed bass while Evan fiddled with the sound desk.
Ritalin played a good set and sounded awesome. Kitsch played and amazing set, the crowd seemed to like all the new songs, which can only be a good thing. We packed down, drank some free beer and headed back to the motel. Stu and Helen came back and drank some beers with us. Stu showed us the local 24 hour dairy which made us Aucklanders feel a little bit more at home. Pornography, lollies and various pieces of deep fried food was purchased.
We awoke to another cold morning but managed to shower and what not before we went to modaks for coffee or 2. Ben and Evan had to do a radio interview so we went to find more beer. We had no luck finding beer so we picked up Ben, Evan and Sarah and found a bottle store, picked up the gear and headed out towards Queenstown.
We took the scenic road out of Duniden which seemed like a good idea apart from various members of my drinking team not feeling that great due to the road having far too many curves. This slowed the pass for some of us but not me. Since adventure is my middle name, i tried skittlebrau. What a bad idea. How could Homer betray me with such things? I finished my skittlebrau and went back to drinking beer by itself.
Queenstown was cold. and When i say cold, i really mean COLD. The Dux De Lux in Queenstown is split in to 2 different areas, the room we set up in was what i'd expect to see on a mountain, sorta like a chalet. There was a big fire place in the middle which was possibly a bit of a pain as it was large, and blocked alot of people from seeing the stage. The PA for the venue was more than likely over kill but Tall Paul and Sam (think that was his name) got it all set up and made sure that it wasn't going to deafen all of us.
Pistol Pete played some more bass during sound check while Evan twisted knobs and shifted faders. The room sounded good when the full band sound checked. We were fed some great pizza as well.
The Queenstown Lodge was our headquarters for the night. Sam and I shared a room. We had a lovely view of the lake and mountains from our room. The shower wasn't that great but it did the trick. After we all showered and shaved (yeah, i shaved my beard off to make room for my moustache) we headed back to the Dux.
There was about 100 people or so there i guess. Ritalin played as 3 piece due to illness of 1 member. There was technical problems with power and we had to remove the lighting to get things to not turn on and off at random. The locals posed to be a bit troublesome at first and it ended up with 1 of them in a headlock while his girlfriend slaps one of us. Pistol Pete and Sam explained to the sober-ish ones of the group why their Ronald McDonald looking friend got his head put into a headlock. Everyone settle down and Tall Paul finds some duct tape to secure the monitors at the front as no one likes the eat microphones mid song.
Kitsch started and one of the friends of the guy whom recieved a headlock decided to be a hero and stand at the front and give the fingers to Kitsch as they played. Pistol Pete offered him his 10 dollars back if he was to leave, obviously he had made the mistake of paying to get into a gig. The winner didn't take his money back and shortly afterwards was removed by the bar manager.
Sam and myself swept the bar after we packed down gear.. I'm not sure why, we were drunk. The free beers were finished, it was now offically Maggots birthday and some of us wanted to go out. Tall Paul and Sam took Evan, Maggot, Sam, Dan and Pistol Pete to one of the local bars. Lucky for us pussy Aucklanders it was 100 metres away. We drank topshelf, Magggot shook her birthday booty about and i tucked my shirt into my underwear. As you can gather none of us got picked up but luckily, none of us got beaten up either.
Ferburger was going to be our place for a mean feed but it was too busy. We wondered back to subway and at there. A bit of scuffle broke out in subway when some lovely english fellow head butted one of the local gromits. We got a cab back to the lodge and went to bed shortly after.
The drive back from Queenstown was hot. So hot that i spent most of the trip laying in the back of the van in only my boxers. We had a visit from Mr Salad Face. Love making was attempted with a plastic barbie doll and our tour lunacy hit new heights when sam got all picaso in his singelt with a packet of skittles, bbq sauce and boogers.
The Dux in CHCH was the last night and it was great. More awesome pizza's were consumed. Beer was free and the crowd was well behaved. What appeared to be shaping up as a big night out on the town was dashed when everyone bar myself and Dan went back to the motel. We headed out with some friends and ended up at some bar that played electronic music. Luckily they had 2 for 1 drinks.
Before the night was over Dan and I had to stop in at the 24/7 shop and get food and more tour porn. We walked briskly back to the motel and ate and talked about girls cans that we had spied during our time at the bar.
Our final breakfast was to be had at World (which is better than C1 IMHO). All the backline was dropped off at Sound People and we then headed to the airport. Boarding our flight was relatively tame despite me not putting my belt back on. The flight back to Auckland was as smooth as i could have hoped for apart for the child behind me kicking my seat lots.
The End!
Now i'm off to bed as i have work in the morning. I'll be sure to upload the photos tomorrow night.
--pete.
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miss_doom:
Aww that made me all home sick. I miss Stu and Hells so much. Sounds like yous had a fab time. Can't wait to see the photos. 
ablaze:
You are a man. I love that.