Philly steak sandwich soup and franks other dick soup
Alexander
- RRL
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
It is final
Rodeo has changed their name to...
That's right!
Rodeo Ruby Love, backwards 3
You guys like it???
- RRL
Monday, February 16, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Pool's Closed
Hey www.tourblogdogblog.blogspot.com fans, it’s Cool Steve again. I’ve been in constant nap mode since my last blog and therefore don’t have that much to tell you. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened, mostly just girls still asking me to take my shirt off and me obliging. God gave me this body for a reason and if there’s one thing I know about God it’s that he loves it when you show off the presents you were given. That’s why I showed everyone my new iPod that I got for Christmas.
We played an awesome show in Orlando at a coffee shop. Our good friend Steve (Moor Hound) opened up the show and I say this in all seriousness; you need to check him out. Everything he does is inappropriate. We played a killer set and I was singing some awesome harmonies behind the kit. Too bad there wasn’t a mic back there, I guarantee we would’ve seen a jump in CD sales. Speaking of mics, I hate it when people talk about microphones and abbreviate it “mike”. Just because spell check doesn’t put a red line underneath names doesn’t mean you’re shortening words correctly.
After the show we went to a girl’s dorm room and stayed the night. It was pretty uneventful if you call me getting 3 invitations to sleep in girls’ beds uneventful. I declined because they had the internet there and I love the internet more than I love impressing people with my make-out skills. The next morning our host took us to the mess hall where we shoved bagels and bananas in our pockets because we’re on tour and that’s what you do on tour. You steal things. You take things that originally cost money and make them cost nothing.
After Orlando we headed to a suburb of Atlanta, GA where we played a most excellent house show. It was the best show of tour so far. After we played, an inebriated high school girl told me I was hot and cute. I told her that her roots were showing and she cried. Post-show, we headed to Alex’s uncle’s house where our minds were blown. He had BEER IN HIS FRIDGE. He also had a pool table, big screen TV, a tanning bed, GUNS, ski-ball, a king sized bed, batting cages, and a trampoline. Frank read a book most of the time.
After Atlanta we headed to Asheville, NC where we played a show that I don’t really remember with a band that was really good. I parked on an awesome incline in a really thin alley and I put on the parking brake so well. You should've seen it. Everyone in the area knew our van wasn't going anywhere. On the topic of the word “brake”, I really hate it when people type the word “break” when they mean “brake”. Just because spell check doesn’t put a red line under the word that is describing what you’re about to do doesn’t mean you’re spelling correctly.
We drove to Tennessee that night and stayed in these really cool dorms that Alex blogged about below. My favorite part of the night was when I set my sleeping bag down on my bed and saw a marshmallow next to the wall with dust on it. My second favorite part of the night is when I laid down in my bed and saw crackers underneath Alex’s bed. The next morning we woke up and grubbed out so hard. I put a green bean in my cereal because I thought it was Frosted Flakes and when I took a bite I realized it was Corn Flakes. A bowl of cereal has never deserved a green bean more.
Our last show of tour was tonight and took place in a town so small in Tennessee that not even it’s own residents know the name of it. I know this because I asked a lady at a gas station where we were and she stared at me like she had just seen a black man win the presidency. I knew this show would be awesome because I got to use a drum set with a double bass pedal. It’s been a secret fantasy of mine to spice up Rodeo’s songs with some unnecessary double bass so that’s exactly what I did. People in the crowd got so stoked and started cheering and I’m on eBay right now looking for my own pedal so I can start doing it on a constant basis.
After we played, this awesome nu metal band performed and it blew my mind because I didn’t even know those existed anymore. It was like stepping back into the year 2001 and you better believe I moshed my JNCO’s off. We are about to head back to Indiana right now and that means the end of me blogging. It’s been really fun though, and I’m kind of glad it’s coming to a close because in case you couldn’t tell, I’m running out of funny things to say. In all seriousness though, this was the best tour I’ve ever been a part of, hands down. The shows weren’t always that great or even good, but I got to almost kiss so many girls that that didn’t even matter. Until next time, Cool Steve out.
Cool Steve
RRL
We played an awesome show in Orlando at a coffee shop. Our good friend Steve (Moor Hound) opened up the show and I say this in all seriousness; you need to check him out. Everything he does is inappropriate. We played a killer set and I was singing some awesome harmonies behind the kit. Too bad there wasn’t a mic back there, I guarantee we would’ve seen a jump in CD sales. Speaking of mics, I hate it when people talk about microphones and abbreviate it “mike”. Just because spell check doesn’t put a red line underneath names doesn’t mean you’re shortening words correctly.
After the show we went to a girl’s dorm room and stayed the night. It was pretty uneventful if you call me getting 3 invitations to sleep in girls’ beds uneventful. I declined because they had the internet there and I love the internet more than I love impressing people with my make-out skills. The next morning our host took us to the mess hall where we shoved bagels and bananas in our pockets because we’re on tour and that’s what you do on tour. You steal things. You take things that originally cost money and make them cost nothing.
After Orlando we headed to a suburb of Atlanta, GA where we played a most excellent house show. It was the best show of tour so far. After we played, an inebriated high school girl told me I was hot and cute. I told her that her roots were showing and she cried. Post-show, we headed to Alex’s uncle’s house where our minds were blown. He had BEER IN HIS FRIDGE. He also had a pool table, big screen TV, a tanning bed, GUNS, ski-ball, a king sized bed, batting cages, and a trampoline. Frank read a book most of the time.
After Atlanta we headed to Asheville, NC where we played a show that I don’t really remember with a band that was really good. I parked on an awesome incline in a really thin alley and I put on the parking brake so well. You should've seen it. Everyone in the area knew our van wasn't going anywhere. On the topic of the word “brake”, I really hate it when people type the word “break” when they mean “brake”. Just because spell check doesn’t put a red line under the word that is describing what you’re about to do doesn’t mean you’re spelling correctly.
We drove to Tennessee that night and stayed in these really cool dorms that Alex blogged about below. My favorite part of the night was when I set my sleeping bag down on my bed and saw a marshmallow next to the wall with dust on it. My second favorite part of the night is when I laid down in my bed and saw crackers underneath Alex’s bed. The next morning we woke up and grubbed out so hard. I put a green bean in my cereal because I thought it was Frosted Flakes and when I took a bite I realized it was Corn Flakes. A bowl of cereal has never deserved a green bean more.
Our last show of tour was tonight and took place in a town so small in Tennessee that not even it’s own residents know the name of it. I know this because I asked a lady at a gas station where we were and she stared at me like she had just seen a black man win the presidency. I knew this show would be awesome because I got to use a drum set with a double bass pedal. It’s been a secret fantasy of mine to spice up Rodeo’s songs with some unnecessary double bass so that’s exactly what I did. People in the crowd got so stoked and started cheering and I’m on eBay right now looking for my own pedal so I can start doing it on a constant basis.
After we played, this awesome nu metal band performed and it blew my mind because I didn’t even know those existed anymore. It was like stepping back into the year 2001 and you better believe I moshed my JNCO’s off. We are about to head back to Indiana right now and that means the end of me blogging. It’s been really fun though, and I’m kind of glad it’s coming to a close because in case you couldn’t tell, I’m running out of funny things to say. In all seriousness though, this was the best tour I’ve ever been a part of, hands down. The shows weren’t always that great or even good, but I got to almost kiss so many girls that that didn’t even matter. Until next time, Cool Steve out.
Cool Steve
RRL
four square
plenty of time for box ball as stephen calls it.
dont touch my left one...it is huge.
Alexander
-RRL
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Slam-hunk
A fun filled day of batting cages, skiball, pool, airhockey, ping pong, razor scooters, biscuits and gravy, basketball, naps, tanning beds, and showers at my uncles house.
Alexander
- RRL
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Pizza's Always Proper
Hey guys, Cool Steve again. In comparison to the first week of tour, these last few days have been somewhat low key. I'm going to try to make them seem interesting but you need to go into this blog with the realization that I'm Stephen Boyd, not Mark Titus.
Upon arriving in Tallahassee, FL we saw an exponential increase in the amount of homeless people. We saw the same increase in the amount of bike lanes on the roads. Now I'm no Charles Babbage but I think the data pools can speak for themselves.
My favorite part about the venue in Tallahassee (The Shed) was the bathroom. There are at least three reasons why using this bathroom had you terrified.
1. No light
2. The door didn't latch and definitely didn't lock
3. The toilet didn't flush
Of course we spent most of our time trying to get Kyle to poop in there, and eventually succeeded. Kyle said it went fine but his eyes told a different story and he really hasn’t been the same since.
After the show the guy putting on the show bought us pizza, and I don’t even need to tell you how much I love a good ‘za. Should I remind you that I play the drums in a band called Super Dude Pizza Squad? Well I just did, and I do. It used to be called Super Teen Pizza Squad but I turned 20 and I don’t like lying. Anyways, I’ve been eating pizza on this tour with no regard for the roof of my mouth and so it’s basically just been a big blister for the last three days. Don’t tell me you blow on your pizza before eating it though because you’re not impressing anyone and you’re making yourself look like a pansy. Trust me, it looks way manlier to take a scalding hot bite and then do the open mouth chew/blow-out while lowering your head hoping no one sees. It’s even better when a pepperoni falls out during the head-lower.
We stayed the night at this girl Julia’s house, and she and Kyle set up an environment that even Michael Phelps would have been comfortable in. I played Rock Band with her for 5 songs and I’m not one to brag but I absolutely wiped the floor with her. Someone walked by her house and looked in the window and just started laughing and that’s when I knew I was better than her at close to everything.
Here’s a side note that might be embarrassing to some but it needs to be said. Alex played it safe with a vague post expressing disappointment but as I said earlier I’m not one to lie and the truth needs to be told. Julia wanted to have sex with Frank. Frank didn’t do it.
The next day was exciting for everyone because it was free Grand Slam Tuesday at Denny’s. We thought there was a Denny’s in Tallahassee but I must have gotten a contact high (physically impossible) the night before because when we woke up in the morning a Denny’s didn’t exist within 50 miles of our location. We dipped out and headed towards Tampa and hit up a Denny’s about an hour into the trip. On the way into Denny’s I told Frank to lock all the doors and he didn’t. Frank was 0-2. Everyone else however was 1-0 because we all scored some most excellent breakfast for the cost of a book at Barnes & Noble if you’re good at stealing. Frank was still 0-2 though because I don’t want him to win at anything.
We got to Tampa mad early and so Zack and I got our workout on while the rest of the guys went to a coffee shop. After our killer sesh we all met up at the coffee shop and four of us went across the street to get some pizza. I had a few slices of pepperoni because that’s how I roll and veggies are for people who don’t like good food. You already know I was cramming that hot triangle into my mouth as soon as I set it on the table. The pizza apparently didn’t like our stomachs though because as we were packing up our stuff to leave Zack paused to let out a quick fart and his face soon looked like McCauley Culkin. He ran to the bathroom and ten minutes later emerged underwear-free due to the fact that he totally pooped in his pants.
The coffee shop we played at had this awesome Pagan meeting before the show but I thought it said Peggle meeting so I went in there with my laptop and started asking people what their high scores were. They thought I was making fun of them so I have something like 5 spells cast on me right now and I’m kind of freaking out. The show itself was weird and Zack played acoustic, but we met some really awesome dudes who played boxball with us for about an hour afterwards. I spent a large chunk of time in square #1 again which prompted a lot of speculation as to whether I was cheating or not. Zack thought it would be funny to write “Stephen cheats” on the blacktop with chalk but ended up writing “Stephen cheets” instead. It’s pretty obvious to me that this guy couldn’t write a legitimate sentence without consulting a dictionary so you tell me who the real cheater is here.
Boxball ended and we had no place to stay so we headed to Gainesville and stayed with some most excellent dudes who made us some soup. I appreciated the soup but I thought they were kidding when they showed me the pot. It contained some of the biggest chunks of tomatoes and onions I’ve seen all tour. I kept waiting for someone to laugh and expose the prank but it never happened and I was left standing in the corner picking out unnecessary tomatoes and onions from a soup that at one time probably had a lot of potential.
The next morning Zack and I headed to the Y to get our work out on. We stopped at a Taco Bell on the way and I (of course) was wearing my killer shades. The guy at the window kept making comments to other people inside the TB like, "OK, I see dat dude wearing dos shades, I see you" so Zack said "OK, I see you working full time at Taco Bell, I see you." Ultimate burn. On the way back to the house a Hoobastank song came on the radio and I was getting my nostalgia on so hard that I Staind my shirt and my Incubus fell off. After lurking at the crib for a bit we headed to a pizza place and I got my standard two slices of pep with a drink. The slices were legit and I didn’t regret spending my money which usually happens when I go to a place like Applebee’s or IHOP. The show took place at a bike co-op amidst freezing temperatures. We all had a lot of fun though and in between songs I did this awesome drum solo where I took off my shirt. People were screaming a lot so I was feeling really good about that. If I can change just one life with an awesome drum solo then I know it’s all worth it.
Frank got really drunk last night so he was screaming nonsense at 2 in the morning and I’ve never been more embarrassed by him in my life, which if you read the beginning of this blog you’ll know holds weight. We woke up fairly early and headed to Orlando where we are now. We’ve already spotted Penny Hardaway’s fountain house and Zack and I saw close to 10 naked old men in a locker room. What did YOU do today?
Cool Steve
RRL
Upon arriving in Tallahassee, FL we saw an exponential increase in the amount of homeless people. We saw the same increase in the amount of bike lanes on the roads. Now I'm no Charles Babbage but I think the data pools can speak for themselves.
My favorite part about the venue in Tallahassee (The Shed) was the bathroom. There are at least three reasons why using this bathroom had you terrified.
1. No light
2. The door didn't latch and definitely didn't lock
3. The toilet didn't flush
Of course we spent most of our time trying to get Kyle to poop in there, and eventually succeeded. Kyle said it went fine but his eyes told a different story and he really hasn’t been the same since.
After the show the guy putting on the show bought us pizza, and I don’t even need to tell you how much I love a good ‘za. Should I remind you that I play the drums in a band called Super Dude Pizza Squad? Well I just did, and I do. It used to be called Super Teen Pizza Squad but I turned 20 and I don’t like lying. Anyways, I’ve been eating pizza on this tour with no regard for the roof of my mouth and so it’s basically just been a big blister for the last three days. Don’t tell me you blow on your pizza before eating it though because you’re not impressing anyone and you’re making yourself look like a pansy. Trust me, it looks way manlier to take a scalding hot bite and then do the open mouth chew/blow-out while lowering your head hoping no one sees. It’s even better when a pepperoni falls out during the head-lower.
We stayed the night at this girl Julia’s house, and she and Kyle set up an environment that even Michael Phelps would have been comfortable in. I played Rock Band with her for 5 songs and I’m not one to brag but I absolutely wiped the floor with her. Someone walked by her house and looked in the window and just started laughing and that’s when I knew I was better than her at close to everything.
Here’s a side note that might be embarrassing to some but it needs to be said. Alex played it safe with a vague post expressing disappointment but as I said earlier I’m not one to lie and the truth needs to be told. Julia wanted to have sex with Frank. Frank didn’t do it.
The next day was exciting for everyone because it was free Grand Slam Tuesday at Denny’s. We thought there was a Denny’s in Tallahassee but I must have gotten a contact high (physically impossible) the night before because when we woke up in the morning a Denny’s didn’t exist within 50 miles of our location. We dipped out and headed towards Tampa and hit up a Denny’s about an hour into the trip. On the way into Denny’s I told Frank to lock all the doors and he didn’t. Frank was 0-2. Everyone else however was 1-0 because we all scored some most excellent breakfast for the cost of a book at Barnes & Noble if you’re good at stealing. Frank was still 0-2 though because I don’t want him to win at anything.
We got to Tampa mad early and so Zack and I got our workout on while the rest of the guys went to a coffee shop. After our killer sesh we all met up at the coffee shop and four of us went across the street to get some pizza. I had a few slices of pepperoni because that’s how I roll and veggies are for people who don’t like good food. You already know I was cramming that hot triangle into my mouth as soon as I set it on the table. The pizza apparently didn’t like our stomachs though because as we were packing up our stuff to leave Zack paused to let out a quick fart and his face soon looked like McCauley Culkin. He ran to the bathroom and ten minutes later emerged underwear-free due to the fact that he totally pooped in his pants.
The coffee shop we played at had this awesome Pagan meeting before the show but I thought it said Peggle meeting so I went in there with my laptop and started asking people what their high scores were. They thought I was making fun of them so I have something like 5 spells cast on me right now and I’m kind of freaking out. The show itself was weird and Zack played acoustic, but we met some really awesome dudes who played boxball with us for about an hour afterwards. I spent a large chunk of time in square #1 again which prompted a lot of speculation as to whether I was cheating or not. Zack thought it would be funny to write “Stephen cheats” on the blacktop with chalk but ended up writing “Stephen cheets” instead. It’s pretty obvious to me that this guy couldn’t write a legitimate sentence without consulting a dictionary so you tell me who the real cheater is here.
Boxball ended and we had no place to stay so we headed to Gainesville and stayed with some most excellent dudes who made us some soup. I appreciated the soup but I thought they were kidding when they showed me the pot. It contained some of the biggest chunks of tomatoes and onions I’ve seen all tour. I kept waiting for someone to laugh and expose the prank but it never happened and I was left standing in the corner picking out unnecessary tomatoes and onions from a soup that at one time probably had a lot of potential.
The next morning Zack and I headed to the Y to get our work out on. We stopped at a Taco Bell on the way and I (of course) was wearing my killer shades. The guy at the window kept making comments to other people inside the TB like, "OK, I see dat dude wearing dos shades, I see you" so Zack said "OK, I see you working full time at Taco Bell, I see you." Ultimate burn. On the way back to the house a Hoobastank song came on the radio and I was getting my nostalgia on so hard that I Staind my shirt and my Incubus fell off. After lurking at the crib for a bit we headed to a pizza place and I got my standard two slices of pep with a drink. The slices were legit and I didn’t regret spending my money which usually happens when I go to a place like Applebee’s or IHOP. The show took place at a bike co-op amidst freezing temperatures. We all had a lot of fun though and in between songs I did this awesome drum solo where I took off my shirt. People were screaming a lot so I was feeling really good about that. If I can change just one life with an awesome drum solo then I know it’s all worth it.
Frank got really drunk last night so he was screaming nonsense at 2 in the morning and I’ve never been more embarrassed by him in my life, which if you read the beginning of this blog you’ll know holds weight. We woke up fairly early and headed to Orlando where we are now. We’ve already spotted Penny Hardaway’s fountain house and Zack and I saw close to 10 naked old men in a locker room. What did YOU do today?
Cool Steve
RRL
let's get physical... physical
Sumo wrestler 1 in the maroon is a beer.
sumo wrestler 2 in the black and doing the pile drive is frank.
in culmination, frank loves to dirnk to get durnk.
Alexander
-RRL
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
God is a spaghetti monster.
Bummed to ever have to get off a bike...(or to not be a trendy doosh.)
Frank, Nicky and I rode these bikes of the people we are staying with to downtown gainesville to a sweet farmers market.
It was awesome, fresh veggies and fruit, a French woman selling some serious pastries.
I had this fresh mozarella, feta and pesto pastry that had a fresh tomato cooked in it.
Frank hates people that make coffee wrong so he killed this guy who made his coffee wrong. He also stabbed him after he died and raped the stab wound. Then he found a better coffee shop that had a dude from Bloomington and he made his coffee right. Frank was happy. And I got zack a sock cap so he could feel confident again.
Alexander
- RRL
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Oh New Orleans.
We will never forget your foot-powder pansy pastries that got liberally ejaculated onto our beings.
Frank wants a kiss, not that he would take one if offered though.
Alexander
- RRL
Cute dog
Lame post but I don't care, he was adorable and I miss my English bulldog. Made my day, so go poop your pants...
Alexander
- RRL
4-square
With 12 players this was the 3rd four square match and the most intense.
Stephen Cheetos.
Alexander
- RRL
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