We had our best paid gig so far on this tour in Seattle. Being compensated in the form of shoes and break dancing lessons from Seattle's Finest shoe store, the Sneakery was far superior to being compensated with $5 from Andy. Owner Drea and Uni have been friends for a long time. They used to work together at Amoeba Music in Hollywood. 9 months ago she had Uni play her grand opening of the Sneakery. It was great to see how the Sneakery had blossomed into a vibrant community staple, much like us. "Represent. " Drea presented us with the sweetest payday ever, the only challenge being choosing which sweet ass "trainer" we each wanted. This was a good problem to have. "Like that". This was P3's first ever in-store, and they found out that they are much more successful at persuading people to buy shoes than something like say CD's or Pants Pants Pants T-shirts. Stay tuned for a full line of P3 threads and kicks in time for the upcoming school year. We're hoping that the Uni doll will make it into Toys R Us's by Christmas time. Pre order on her myspace. The new one. Not the old one. That's some jackass now.

"Say Please" - our tour mom, Lisa

There is no better hostess to be found on this planet than a rock and roll Mommy. We were recently spoiled rotten by Lisa, who fed us delicious eggs, toast, coffee and fruit, because she "couldn't send us on the road without protein." She also hooked us up with a queen-sized bed each and two awesome pint-sized fans, and offered to drive us to the library and to do our laundry. She also took us out for dinner to a Thai restaurant, where we ate an appetizer containing every flavor in the world. The perfect food. The kids were awesome. Jake was eager to show Steve his room, where he had recently murdered Black Beard the Pirate. Black Beard's blood was everywhere, and his severed hand was nailed to the door. It appeared that Jake had done the deed with one of his super amazing light sabers. Later that evening, Steve may have threatened to remove Jake's appendages and scatter them throughout the house. This threat became necessary when Jake broke both the "you must only pick things up with chopsticks" rule AND the "six inch airborn food" rule. Needless to say, Jake is a lucky almost nine year old in that he still has all his arms and legs. Steve was forced to sleep with a battle axe last night, but fortunately did not have to use it. Lily is a keytar star who follows the rules. "Bring the crew."

My kid is the left handed Buckethead: Chickenhead

We rolled into Georgetown for our show at Jules Mae and knew that the neighborhood was going to be awesome when we came upon on a 50 strong all black motorcycle gang called "Magic Wheels," who were out directing traffic. These were our people. Upon arrival we were greeted by our future tour sound guru/catstrophic disaster survival expert/campfire storyteller who promptly yelled at us. We will call him "Papa Chickenhead" so that you can't track him down and steal him for your Superfuntastitour. He's ours bitches. "Don't bring me no moron." Papa Chickenhead not only hooked us up with the best sound we've had on tour so far, but gave Steve and Oliver a detailed lesson on all things sound. After the near sound disaster from 15th St Pub, this was both enlightening and reassuring. Papa Chickenhead was very proud of his son, Chickenhead. Chickenhead is the left handed Buckethead, and he will also hopefully join us on tour soon. Papa Chickenhead told Pants Pants Pants that he thought they were the most origanal band he's seen in 10 years. We are hoping this means when he saw Journey in 1997, but it could be the Vomiting Unicorns, he doesn't remember.

With the lush sounds and the now standard small but enthusiastic crowd goading them on, P3 had what they deemed to be their best show of the tour. Oliver almost made a full lap during the final Stay in School chorus (the course here was much longer) and most certainly terrified his in laws in the process. Uni continues to take the stage banter up a notch, with her between song stories and zingers rising up almost to the quality of her actual songs. Erin Jorgensen's set was nowhere in sight. We missed her and all her fans. This may have been our only chance to share a stage with a marimba player, and she totally blew it. Represent. We have still yet to play with a local. Luckily we bring the noise.

(Hip hop references are courtesy of John Staedler's "La la la la….." fuck it, it's track 5. Our jerkey tasting tour has pretty much come to a halt. Apparently there's a limit to the amount of jerkey you can eat. Who knew.