The Hood River Tradition

So we have started a TapWater Tradition. Every time we drive back from our gig at the generous and kind-hearted Double Mountain Brewery in Hood River, the guys take the hour and ten minute ride home to drunk-dial all their friends and family at 3 o'clock in the morning. It is simply hilarious. As I drive, I can hear six separate raucous phone calls going on. Wes is open mouthed and cackling at the moon in the front seat, while Simon is speaking in Indian and Chinese voices and Steve is running through the colorful things he would like to do with Crisco and Saran Wrap to the lady on the other end. They call friends, girlfriends, ex-girlfriends, uncles, parents, cousins, and neighbors. My favorite part is when one band mate calls someone that everyone knows so he holds up the phone and the entire Suburban rocks with yells and laughter: "TRRAAAAVVVVVIIIISSSSSSSSS!!!!!! WHAT'S UP BRO!!!" Most of the time, the friends and family members don't pick up, so the guys leave loquacious nonsensical messages for a fun morning pickup. Other times, a night owl or two will answer, and they are blessed with a few minutes to catch up with the people they miss but don't get to hear from very often.

I used to think this was silly, but now I have grown to adore this TapWater Tradition as a string of just a few of the very bright moments that make up TapWater.