Old friends.. New times...

So... it feels good to be writing again. I missed it. Two nights ago i had one of those memory making evenings that will be talked about for a long time. It started with a trek from Amsterdam to Arnhem. I was meant to play at a cafe called Orange. Nice place. On a street named, in english, Noah's Ark Street. About 4 years ago i met a guy that i am still friends with now. His name is Marnix. We met at the train station and walked over to the gig. We walked across the main street both riddled with hunger. Went to the club. I walked in focused on the gig and the big hole in my stomach. Totally neglected to see the three girls siting at the front table on the right just as you walk through the door. At one moment i walked back to bar to ask the owner of the club if i could get a cola light and i saw a very familiar face from the first beggars fortune tour. In fact three faces. It would take me a bit to explain who exactly they are but let me say that it was a very pleasant surprise. The show was great. Fun Fun. More singalongs and Jack Daniels.
After the show, me, marnix and the 3 girls made our way back to what we thought was the last train to Amsterdam. We were correct in thinking that it was, but we had somehow all failed to overlook one small detail.... the exact time that the train left. We misd the last train to Amsterdam! So there we were with nowhere to go and nowhere to sleep. We called the club owner but she had no help but to recommend that we walk to a few hotels that are cheap and see if we can stay... (nice lady though). Keep in mind it's 1:30 am and we are wandering through unknown streets in the FREEZING COLD weather. After walking for about 20 minutes.. we found some hotels.. not a single person answered any of the doors to any hotel. It really was this dramatic. We happen to find a bar that was open until 4:30.. we thought.. ok, we'll stay here until closes and by then we will only have to wait a few hours till the first train. The plan was to drink a bunch so we didn't feel the cold. On the way into the bar, on of the girls, Stef, sarcasticaly says to the lady coming out of the bar.. " we are homeless and have nowhere to sleep!! " The lady then replies " You can stay at my house." I think at that point we asked her again to see if she was really serious and then once we knew.. we all started jumping around and screaming because we had been rescued by this kind dutch lady. We made our way back to her house by taxi.. drank some beer and told some stories.. played a few songs.... got about hour and half sleep and caught the first train to Amsterdam. It was a crazy night..
Look out tomorrow for my blog about my first night in Germany. Much love to all the readers. The tour is really going great. Great people... good fun.. and a little bit of hard work sometimes (but we try to keep that to a minimum.) I'm a few stories behind.. i have to tell you about Siegen and then last night also..
Tonight we are in Witten. I get to see Timo ( our old tour booker and tour manager ) and friends. Ok.. talk more soon.

- savage