for anyone who's never done it the drive across nebraska is like you are actually standing still--nothing changes in front of you--for several hours, then suddenly it gets dark over all that corn and you're in omaha.
o'leaver's pub is tiny, loud, and very friendly. and for good measure they have a whole sand-lot volleyball extravaganza across the parking lot, well-lit and well attended well into the evening. but we were here to be inside guys, and inside we stayed, playing within whispering distance of tables crowded with pitchers of beer and shiny nebraskan faces. not like there was any whispering going on--they should put 'permanent hearing loss' on their drink special menu.
75 percent of the band was able to exploit the kindness of the guys in the headlining band NOAH'S ARK WAS A SPACESHIP, and had fun drunken conversation and couches to crash on in a house with twice as much music equipment as furniture. when in omaha, please look these guys up. between john's all-encompassing enthusiasm for, well...everything, andrew's quiet generosity (don't let that stage act fool you) and rob's appreciation for all things single-malt, you could do a lot worse for a welcoming committee.
too bad our rooftop rocket box popped open on saddle creek blvd this morning and let fly a sleeping bag and therma-rest all over a six lane intersection. the damage was minimal, but wouldn't you know it a subaru station wagon pulls up next to my well rolled therma-rest, stops, picks the thing up and drives off into the cornfields. and a subaru, nonetheless! sheesh, not cool.
oh well, the coffee is good and minneapolis beckons.
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Bummer about the Thermarest! Lesson learned... keep "the coffin" locked. Try not to kill each other and give a big "Hello, Cleveland" shout out for me.
ha...now you know why it is the first state to come up with 911.
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