Santa Cruz to San Francisco

The Crepe Place in Santa Cruz is one of my favorite stops.  In addition to incredible crepes and a great staff, both shows we played there were memorable.  Its just a tiny room where you set up on the floor.  No separation between audience and performer.  And because of that, the set is incredibly visceral -  you're face to face with people, watching them respond to what you're doing (and vice versa).  As the saying goes, you build your audience one person at a time.  In this case, it couldn't be more true.  And that's a really special thing to be a part of.

After the show, the message not to take the 17 up to the place we're staying gets lost in the shuffle.  So, I take route 17 in the middle of the night…through the mountain passes and the rain and fog.  It is just as harrowing as ever, but we make it.

...and then we're in San Francisco.  I love the city.  But I also love that we have so many friends here.  Its hard to feel lonely when you're surrounded by old friends (one of my college housemates lives here) and new friends.