Chico recap, in which Adam loses his sleeping bag to gambling
We rolled into Chico just before our old pal Fera was supposed to go on. He & Filthy Luke both put on driving, strident performances in the face of a rowdy dive bar crowd. We were embroiled in a pretty serious shuffleboard match. Somehow, Adam lost his sleeping bag to some sort of ill-advised wager. The Maltese folks were awful nice all around, and the soundperson bought us shots. There was much rejoicing.
Afterwards we hoofed it up into the foothills to Paradise, where we stayed at the Fera farm with all his goats, chickens, emus, and this rotund sweetheart known as Ozzie:
Woke up a bit late… got to Portland for soundcheck an hour late, but more on that night in the next installment!
