Losers on the Road, Days 3 - 8: Whiskey Boot and Road Sodas

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Thursday 12:12 p .m. - The show goes amazing, but is definitely the drunkest, youngest crowd we've ever encountered. Halfway through the show the crowd just grabs Robot Elvis and drags him offstage. Chris almost gets attacked for his basket of pizza rolls. And a Road House joke does not go over well. At all. "We're Millennials! Move on!" yells one guy. We don't want to live in a world where no one knows about Road House, and will continue to preach the Swayze gospel. So fuck that guy.

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Evan Rowe

Jeremy then leaves with a strange woman, and we hope he isn't murdered in his sleep. We'll pick him up tomorrow.

Friday - 9:00 a.m. - "We have your money. Come to Chinatown." We actually wish this story was more badass, but we just had to pick up the rest of our money from the DC show club promoter the night before. But, out of context, it's pretty badass.

Friday - 9:06 a.m. - Leaving DC, we stop at a fireworks stand next to a gas station and hear a sentence we have never actually heard at a fireworks stand before: "Good Morning!"

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Kelsey McClure

Friday - 5:10 p.m. - Driving a giant cargo van in New York is as exactly as shitty as you might imagine. And we don't have a horn. And it's hot. And we still don't have AC. And everyone sucks.

Friday - 6:30 p.m. - The bartender at Spike Hill in Brooklyn was kind of enough to direct Kelsey to the kitchen but wasn't particularly interested in asking the cooks to stop what they're doing and microwave us pizza rolls for the third round of our game show. He showed her to the door and without explanation returned to work. "Yo necessito pizza rolls frito por favor," got the job done but how she wound up doing dishes while the Totino's "baked," we're still not sure.

Friday - 11 p.m. - Jeremy's apartment doesn't have air-conditioning so we stayed in the neighborhood where most of The Sopranos was filmed in New Jersey, with Dylan Clark, the lead singer of the kick-ass band the Milwaukees.
On the way, Chris becomes the unlikely voice of reason and stops Kelsey and Jeremy from setting off the fireworks we bought in DC in Times Square. Jeremy still thinks we missed an awesome opportunity to get arrested.

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Bobbi Patrick

Saturday - 12:15 p.m. - Longest drive of the tour: New York to Columbus, Ohio. Luckily we have the book "Dreaming the Chase" to pass the time. This is an erotic fiction book about laundry.

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Chris Ward

We arrive in Columbus just in time for Kelsey to meet Jeremy's friend Ben's son, a fellow ginger. They play with toys and contemplate not having souls.

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Chris Ward

Saturday - 2 p.m. - You can't buy beer at the gas station in Pennsylvania. You have to go to a "beer distributor," even though that's the gas station's job in every sane part of the world. "I am told we can buy six packs of beer at this Applebees," Chris loudly asks the front of house hostess. Chris has $14 and change on an Applebees gift card that he has had in his wallet for a few years. Finally, it has found its purpose.

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Kelsey McClure

Saturday - 10:35 p.m. - The Columbus show was full of technical issues to the point that we couldn't close the show in the normal manner. Instead, Jeremy and Chris broke out a version of Big Star's "Thirteen" while Jeremy's parents slow danced.

Sunday - 9 a.m. - Chris wakes up on a porch. He doesn't remember how. At some point, extra children show up at the house we are staying at, which means it is a perfect time for us to leave. Nashville, five hours, or so we've heard.

Sunday - 5:23 p.m. - Nineteen miles out of Nashville, traffic has come to a complete standstill. Jeremy, Chris and Evan take the opportunity to skateboard down interstate 65. We all made it back into the van before a state trooper appeared in the other direction.

Monday - 12:16 a.m. - (Computer stolen by Malia Chamness, who offered us a place to stay this evening)
They've surrounded us and inundated us with their ritualistic literature. We can't tell where they are from based on their obscure accents that change from word to word, sentence to sentence. SEND HELP...but not right away, because we still have beer.

Monday - 1:42 a.m. - It turns out Malia is a dietician, and she's been working with Evan over the last hour. If we could stay in Nashville, there's a small chance our new friendship might yield a healthier Evan. Alas, we must return to St. Louis tomorrow. If you've come this far, perhaps you're willing to go a little further: we will be celebrating our homecoming and One Year Birthday Monday night at the Heavy Anchor around 8 p.m. We are so excited we can barely sit still or hold a thought in our heads. We hope we can see our friends and shake their hands. We hope the Heavy Anchor is as blue as it has been in our dreams. We hope. That was a Shawshank Redemption joke.

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Will Evan make it home without eating garbage? Will these poor girls hosting us get any sleep?

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