According to Joe:
We rolled into town super early and decided to waste some time looking at some old aircraft carrier which wasn't really all that fun. Then we went to an Internet cafe called Copa Coffee and had some coffee and free Internet access. I updated the show dates on our site there. The owner of the cafe had a nine-year old daughter who played checkers and Scrabble with the other guys while I worked on laptop. The Internet access was very speedy - much faster than the wireless access I've been getting through my cell phone. We stayed at the cafe until it closed, around 6 PM. Then we had Mexican food at a nearby taco joint that had a California sixties surfer theme. Then we went to the club.
Apparently we were too early and this annoyed the sound guy. Also, he did not think we were on the bill, which worried me a little. I told him we were listed in the advertisement in the Charleston City Paper (we were - we saw this at the cafe) and he frowned and said he had to make a phone call, so I chilled. In the meantime, the other band on the bill showed up and the confusion was straightened out. We were the second of two bands. We were supposed to be first being that the local band was the big draw, but they were celebrating their guitar player's 30th birthday party and wanted him to have sufficient time to get sloshed on free beer at the club, so they wanted to get their performance out of the way. We understand this type of reasoning and let them switch the order. Actually, I don't think we had a choice in the matter. (No big deal, I didn't really notice any people leave before we played. There was a good crowd for both bands.)
Hmm.. well, sicne we were still too early to load in, we went into Charleston and hit up a couple record shops. Brian hooked up with three teenaged punk girls who we took back to the club (they had no idea it existed). They let us stay at their place afterwards, which was cool. I don't think they liked our music that much, but they were hospitable. The show itself was pretty good. The sound guy (Stuart) changed his attitude after we returned from the record shops. He had a drink in his hand, a smile on his face, and was really nice. He bought me a beer (which would have been free for us anyway) in a real glass instead of a plastic cup.