After leaving the Leeds Festival around 1:15, we finally made it to Dave's house in Dorset around 6am this morning. Dave was doing about 75-80 mph all the way down, which had mixed blessings. I was getting thrown about so much on the winding, 2-lane roads that I couldn't fall asleep. And I was really, really tired. But, it got us here pretty quickly.
Straight to bed, and I slept until nearly 1:30 in the afternoon.
Never left the house all day, never even stepped outside. Dave made a terrific salmon and pasta dish for dinner, and then we sat up drinking and talking until nearly 4:30 in the morning. We relived all of the great times we had together when we first met during Cry Of Love's first tour of the UK and Europe, back in 1993. We called all four of the Cry Of Love guys on the phone, reaching two of them, Robert and Kelly. Drunk-dialing at it's best.
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