David Nail

Ward is taking up all the dang room today on our flight home from Vegas. I can’t get mad simply because every time I start to say something, I see him do this fish type twitch with his mouth in his sleep. It’s pretty hilarious. 

So I’ve been on some radio runs before, actually several, but for some reason this latest one really took a toll on me. I guess there are various reasons to why it seemed like such a long week, but nevertheless we’re headed home, and it seemed to be an overall success.

I’ll be going home to an empty house this afternoon. Catherine’s job has taken her down to Florida for the week, so I’ll be flying solo with the exception of when I’m in Iowa Wednesday and Thursday. 

So what we learned this week on the road is not to assume that a specific city will be a blast. We didn’t get as much time in Seattle as I had wished, and so we got to Spokane feeling the need to make up for the night before. I can honestly say we saw more of Spokane than any city I’ve been in thus far, simply because we couldn’t quite find a spot that we felt truly comfortable due to it being Gonzaga’s spring break. I ended up calling it an early night with the hopes that San Francisco couldn’t fail. I will say that San Francisco is everything I thought it’d be. It’s simply one of the cleanest and more beautiful cities I’ve ever had the privilege of visiting. I couldn’t keep from wishing Catherine was along side of me, but I suppose Ward and Eric weren’t a bad second choice. 

We ate at a well-known Thai place that I can’t even begin to remember how to spell. We sat at the bar and Ward and I both had a soft shell crab dish that was pretty remarkable. I was sad to not do China Town since I have such a love for Chinese food, but I was more than impressed with our choice. I’d never had Thai food, but it was really unique and different than anything I’ve really had before, and I figured that place was as good as any to try it. 

After our extra late dinner, we set out to see as much of San Francisco as possible, and boy did we ever. Marlene informed us that San Francisco was only about 7 miles wide, and so we could almost walk in a circle and see everything. I suppose that was in the back of our minds, cause we literally walked for miles and miles. We stopped in a few places before finding ourselves in the worst possible section of the city. I started to notice police cars at every intersection, and so we collectively agreed to ask a policeman where it was we should go. He quickly said anywhere but where we were, so we found a cab right away, which probably saved us from some eventual problems. We eventually found ourselves in the Marina district, which was more our scene, but unfortunately the night was more or less over by then. I suppose we at least now know where to go when we’re back in the Bay area. 

We ended the week with a show last night in Sacramento. I really don’t know how else to explain the show other than that it was only for women, and so we played for literally 2000 women in a hotel reception hall. It was truly a unique experience. Though not all engaged like myself, we’re all three more or less taken, so we couldn’t help but laugh at the timing of such a show. I mentioned in the show that I felt like a little boy again, or like a freshman starting high school again. After the show we signed and took pictures for over an hour. I’d say at least 500 people stayed around, so I was completely exhausted by the time I got back to my room. I barely had the energy to call Catherine before passing out. I will say I’m glad I didn’t stay up to celebrate the end of the week. Usually Ward and I have a pact that we close out the week with a bang, but having Eric out gave me the chance to slip off the bed. 

Thank you to all who stuck around last night. Taking pictures and signing autographs is such a surreal part of what I do. The fact that someone would want such things causes me to continually blush I’m sure. 

I really felt like we were dialed in last night. Eric adds so much to it. I just love sitting back and doing Turning Home with just him on piano. It reminds of when I was a kid and my father would accompany me in talent shows and choir concerts… 

Check in with later on down the road. Iowa’s next!!!