Good Things Come in Pink Boxes

Voodoo donuts in Portland equals famous and bizarre donuts that make your teeth hurt so good with every absurdly sugary bite. Donuts topped with fruit loops and cocoa puffs, bubble gum and purple sprinkles. My elementary school friend, Allison Leix, came out to the Portland show and brought us 2 dozen of them!!! Such a sweet thing to do, but OMG! We really tried our best to work on them a bit, but were pretty unsuccessful.

We contemplated what to do with them. We didn't want them to go to waste since they seemed to be such a hot commodity. We trusted the donuts would find their way in the world.

The venue in Seattle was in an "up and coming" neighborhood called Columbia City and their were plenty of questionable characters swarming around. As Janay and I were getting out of the RV, one of them came up, asked for cash and was peering in thru the door.....made me real nervous. I apologized for not having any dough and offered him one of the boxes of donuts. He seemed disappointed at first....I told him not to eat them all in one sitting and to share them with his friends. Can only imagine what he told his homies when he walked back over to them, but it was definitely followed by a burst of laughter.

The other box of donuts traveled with us to Newberg, OR. where we had a little RV party and Tim made sure to dig into them a bit, the result being a number of donuts with one big huge bite out of each of them. I woke up the next morning and there were donut remnants everywhere. While stopped to get gas, Janay and I whispered about whether or not we should throw them away, considering they'd all been "tasted" and they were going on being 6 days old, but we just couldn't bring ourselves to do it.

So the donuts journeyed on with us to San Francisco. We played a killer show and saw some old friends. We decided to drive the hour and half to Sacramento that night. Janay drove with me sitting shotgun. Mikey had driven 11 hours that day so he napped. We took a turn a little fast on the Bay bridge out of San Fran and the side door flew open. Mikey was on it, quickly secured the door, and laid back down. Once we arrived in Sacramento at nearly 3am, he said "you know, when that door flew open, we lost something. I don't know what it was, but I saw something fly out." We all looked around fearing the worst......that one of our instruments or amps was now laying along side of the road or worse yet, catapulted off the bridge and into the San Francisco bay. We seemed to have everything and then.......I noticed the absence of the Voodoo donut box that had traveled with us at least a good 1,000 miles. "where are the donuts?" I said.....and we stopped for moment. Complete silence, as we all glance around and then erupted into the most delicious round of giggles and laughter we'd had the whole entire trip as we realized that somewhere along the Bay bridge in Frisco our donuts had decided to leave us and knew that if anyone stumbled upon them their epitaph would read, "good things come in pink boxes."

xoxo - Astra