Eric's Outstanding...

I’m going to type this post very quickly so we’re not late for load-in. I apologize for any errors I might have overlooked.

It’s strange to think that I’ve been on tour since March 15th and it’s now almost June. I’ve literally been from coast to coast over the past few months and have seen many extraordinary places and experienced many interesting things. Most notable is having our Tour Manager moon a car full of girls only to have them scream “THE DOWNTOWN FICTION!” at us. Awkward. Awesome? Yes. Yet what stands out the most is the hospitality I’ve been met with in my travels.

All of the homes that I’ve been invited into blur together over the past two years. I can only remember certain charming features such as the fruit basket in Georgia, the coffee already brewed for me in Philadelphia, or in Texas where several blankets and pillows were neatly placed on the floor for us to sleep on. We’ve even had families cook breakfast for us. I’ve even indulged on a cake shaped like a guitar with TDF written on it. A shower is always available for our stinky bodies and a washer and dryer for our wrinkled clothes. I’ve slept in warm homes, sweaty dorms, on large couches, and on stained floors. Yet, no matter where I’ve laid my head and bags, I’ve closed my eyes and could easily fall asleep. Was it the lack of sleep from the tour? Or was it the warmth of their hospitality? A little bit of both, I suppose. 

Right now we’re in Ft. Worth, TX and are trying to wake up David. He’s surrounded by a few blankets and several pillows. He looks comfortable.

Cameron is washing up in the bathroom.

The crew is getting dressed.

I hear someone shaving. 

The pantry is open and we’re aloud to take anything we see.

A puppy is laying with David now.

I think we’re about ready to leave.

Thanks for buying me coffee this morning.

I truly appreciate it.

Thanks for letting us into your home too.

We’ll fold the blankets for you.