Confession

We landed at Sacramento Airport yesterday after 6 hours on our airplane. One of my favorite things about flying is at the baggage carousel when we collect our 25 huge, blue, rubbermaid tubs and our 7 instrument flight cases holding our guitar pedal boards, monitor equipment, and cables. People are always staring at us like the circus is in town or something. "Are you guys in some sort of band? What is all that stuff?" And it's usually old women that ask. It's good to know that that's the crowd we're attracting when we go to do our young adult conferences. Now all we need to attract more attention is matching blue and white jump suites: GO TEAM ONETHING!

After we pile all our gear into the back of a huge box truck (which is a nice relief from the standard 7 suv's) we head off to get
lunch. Of course where else would we go other than IN-N-OUT? This is where my confession comes: I had fish tacos instead of a double-double. I totally let Steven down. Half the gang (the healthy half) went to a nice fast-food mexican place similar to Baja Fresh. The rest of us went next door to the IN-N-OUT, except after all the travel my appetite was not going to give way for a burger, no matter how fresh or tasty. So I walked over to the mexican place and received quite a bit of slack from my teammates when I stood in line to order the "Famous Fish Tacos." But like I always say, "You gotta
do what you gotta do."