What were we thinking. I mean, what are we ever thinking, really. Or maybe the question should be, DO we ever think? In Berlin, Hanno took us to Travolta, in beautiful Kreuzberg (our home away from home) and we proceeded to drink the most GIANT German beers, one after another, on and on, and in the morning, uh, when we had to get up and drive to Hamburg for a show, Poni was quietly puking away, and Jem said, "You need to control yourself!" and Poni said, "I OBVIOUSLY CAN'T!"
Ugh. And so it continues. Because it never stops. Pitchers and pitchers of beer in Nashville are not the way to shake off the jet lag from the Kings of Leon tour in Europe. And yet we carry on. Like sailors. No.
Can sailors drink as much as we can? I challenge you, sailors! All sailors, get in touch with us, maybe during Fleet Week in New York or something, we'll just SEE.
Enjoy the new website, designed by the incomparable Andrew Huang.
And get me some goddam ibuprofen and a Diet Coke. You know that I could be in love with almost everyone, I think that people are the greatest fun,
-- xo cocomotion
