The following video (see below) took about five minutes of church-giggle silliness to make and about four-thousand hours to string together. It's a sloppy mess but that's kind of how we roll these days. Turns out mama doesn't need a drink to act like like a tipsy teenager. I'm on the road with one of the funniest human beings on this planet, you see.
I mean, check out the view from our hotel room. Comedy:
Look closely at the green. That's the Oakland A's doing their calisthenics
Anyway, here's some of what we did in Seattle. And yes, as always, it's amateur hour. I'm hardly a professional on camera or off.
We arrived in Vancouver this evening after a very long day of very interesting adventure. It took us eight hours to go less than 200 miles and we only got lost fourteen times. Twelve of those times were on purpose, though, I swear. Dana passed out Rockabye postcards to every man, woman, farmer, tractor-salesman and border-patrol agent in the Pacific Northwest and we shot about three hours of wackadoo footage I'll likely post in another several days when we can stay up past 10:30 without passing out (for very different reasons).
Hint: My drink is the one with non-alcoholic water in it
For Dana's side of the story go here.
Love to see my Vancouver peeps tomorrow (April 29th) at Sophia Books at 7pm. Please bring friends, family, kids, cardboard cut-outs of kids, etc. Also would like to quickly thank my dear friends Mothergoosemouse, Her Bad Mother and Whit at Honea Express and Dadcentric for their incredible Rockabye reviews. And also, to any and all new friends and bloggers spreading the word, showing up to my readings; being supportive. I realize I'm sounding broken-recordesque but I'm really just so grateful. Thank you.