Woke up Sunday morning to two missed Cesar calls. Called him, heard the news. Relayed the news to Jessica. Two hours later we were Marfa bound to see Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band. We had no tickets. I checked online and they were sold out and a phone call told us it was at capacity. We had our doubts and our hopes and we said, fuck it, lets do it. Our fallout plan was eating at Marfa's Sonic.
We arrived two and a half hours later. Cesar led the way into the venue. He walked in and no one was stationed at the reception table and he headed in, and so did Jessica and I. We found awesome seats and free wine and beer was being served. We met up with Duran and company. It was a close to two hour set. It was beautiful. Marfa was the last date of the Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band world tour and you could tell. Everyone let loose and it was a party on stage with everyone involved playing an instrument, roadies and all. Conor is a funny witty man that loves his band and friends. His banter and use of "fuck" is amazing. He played one song off Cassadaga which was cool. Everyone in the band had their own song they sung which was nice. An epic show for the three of us. Warm feelings when I remember.
Cesar at Prada. He caught a great deal on the road: 20 cent apples.
Jessica at Prada. Afraid of the dark but can still be an awesome roadie on road trips.
I totally neglected my homework for this trip. But I had super fun and loved Cesar and Jessica's company. We had a fantastic Wendy's dinner after the show in Van Horn.Top two quotes of the trip, paraphrased:
1) What mile marker are you?
2) Watch out, its a truck!
*Pictures taken from Jessica's camera phone. Not great pictures, but rich in sentimental value.
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