New York City — V Magazine party

Jetlagged and on the go again, we got free, swanky hotel rooms and a thousand bucks to play in front of models, magazine people and designers. I felt short and ugly when I walked into the party room at the W hotel. But people listened when we played, and we got to invite twenty of our ugliest friends (just kidding; all of our friends are hot) to mingle with fashionistas. The V people are sweet.

San Francisco (our favorite city in the world)

There is no better feeling on tour than returning to San Francisco. When people ask Magnolia where she is from, she replies, "Tan Pranpeepco" (San Francisco). She has never lived there, but maybe she just feeds off of our desire to return.

We played two nights at the Great American Music Hall. When the crowd sang along to the line "tired of singing" at the end of the first night's set, it almost made me cry. It's like all of our hometown friends were saying, "We know, we get it, this is where you are loved. We'll take care of you and we'll sing with you to make it better." I'm so cheesy, but I just f'n love this place.

Another holiday on the road, Thanksgiving. We went to a co-op preschool with some friends and ate the best turkey molé sauce I've ever had and watched Mags play with kids in the Bump a Dump room of the school. This is a room covered in mattresses: a huge, floor-level bed to jump on.

We took a morning to visit the Habitot Museum in Berkeley. Mags couldn't get enough of it. Clay, face paint, a spaceship with tons of buttons, and music. Given its multiculturalism and welcoming vibe, I'd buy a yearly pass if I lived here.

Speaking of which, we looked at a house in Berkeley for sale. Still too expensive here. Maybe someday.

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