The Obamas were getting ice cream 1/2 a mile from the ferry terminal, which caused a major traffic jam, so we all plopped out of the van and hoofed it with our guitars + crap over to the ferry terminal. The ferry was already taking off, so we jumped in the water and swam to the boat and climbed aboard like pirates! Ok, that last part is a lie. We did see a shark (true) jumped over a Coast Guard boat and catch a seagull in mid-air (not true).

Anyway, rolled up to the TT’s, a place we’ve all been a zillion times with other bands. We setup, did our thing, sweated, and had a relaxing evening otherwise. Elisha’s brother Phil put us up in Cambridge, and we repaid him by fixing his plumbing. That’s the kind of guys we are.

This was the Ferries’ first show ever, and they slayed as you would expect them to. 8 songs, 20 minutes, lots of dancing even! We somehow managed to follow them with a respectable display of our tunes that seemed to make people happy. That’s what it’s all about, right?

We stayed at Elisha and Aly’s amazing home on the southern edge of the Vineyard and enjoyed the quaintness of it all. This, motherfuckers, is how you start a tour off right.