Saturday, February 14, 2009
I wore long johns each day in Madison. The hotel was built on the side of a hill with a view of a gigantic ice-covered lake and was four stories... down. All three shows were practically sold out. You don't sign a piece of the wall backstage, you sign a page inside a book. If you come to Madison, eat at "Noodle and Company" and get the beef stroganoff with chicken. Don't make me get on that bus. Bye Madison.