55 Hours

Monday I leave for Cuba with the band. It'll be awesome. I'm hitting the grocery store tomorrow to load up on snacks for the week, although if the past teaches me anything, it's that they won't last longer than Wednesday. Bagel Crisps are at the top of my list, then maybe some temptation cookies with the lime jelly centers. I'm saving the super hot pepperoni sticks for the Minneapolis trip. That way, since it's only over the weekend and we stay in only one hotel they have less of a chance of going bad. Maybe I'll bring Hot Rods instead. Packed so full of salt that you could dissolve one in a swimming pool and float for weeks on end. Keith had better deliver on his snacks....

So, most people in band are going to Cuba with us, but who isn't? Let's take a looksee:

1) Chiara - Well, she'll be in Floridia, so she can swim over and chillax with us.
2)Anthony - Too bad. He can violin like a mofo. He also raps and is a prime proponent of Yellow Supremacy.
3)Gwen - She went to Australia instead. Why would you go to a country who's national animal is a kangaroo? WTF, mate? But, I really shouldn't talk, being Canadian and all. I'm a beaver. w00t.
4)Alf - Is Cuba ready for Alf?
5)Josh - Tuba is the support of the band, and Josh is the man at tuba. Brandon and Amanda can hold down the fort pretty well, too, but Josh is prettier than the both of them.