Italian story II (the sequel)

We arrive at the show in Udine and we're pretty tired. Kamil had a lot of trouble with the sound at the last show so he was a bit stressed about wanting to get a real soundcheck and work on some songs. It makes me super in to the fact that I've made my sound and monitoring pretty fool proof either when I'm playing solo or when I'm playing as a duo with Mr. Garofano. Stereo line to the club and inner ears to monitor. It's hard to fuck it up. Even if the sound out front sucks I can always jam my inner ears in and it'll sound great for me.
I am not dying to work more on Kamil's songs but I do feel like I should do the job well (Playing somebody else's songs feels a bit like a job to me) and work on some stuff. Basically we have almost the 1st half of a good set and then the second half becomes embarrassingly sloppy to me.
The parking lot of the place has a very small entrance so we park in the street when we show up figuring it's not worth navigating the small entrance if we load in through a different place. Everybody gets out of the van and Kamil makes a comment about us being in the ghetto. I'm the last one to get out and everyone else has headed in to the building at this point so I lock up the van and head inside.
It turns out that Kamil has left his key in the ignition. As far as I can tell the keys are expensive and Kamil only had one before the tour so he made one copy and gave it to Steve because he's the most important of us. Of course, he's also the alcoholic who loses/misplaces stuff all the time. On this occasion he too has left his keys in the van. Kamil's first reaction is to yell at me about locking the van. My first reaction is to yell at him about what kind of a fucking idiot walks off with his keys in the ignition. I'm already feeling pretty sensitive about a lot of issues on this trip at this point and it is a fucking pain in the ass always having to track down somebody's help to get in to the van so instead of simply feeling like this is simply a problem to deal with I got really upset and took the go fuck yourself and deal with what could have been avoided had you given the spare key to me. Part of the problem breaking in to the van is that Kamil had made it very difficult to do so. Some futile attempts were made by the people who worked there but other than breaking a window which we didn't want to do people were stymied. Our host that night Jacamo knew a lock smith so we sat down to dinner and waited for him to arrive. Ages later he showed with a few crap tools and not a whole lot of know how. After an hour or so of deliberations and failed ideas he was able to get the front door cracked open by using a barely working pump and some wedges. The concept at this point was to push a rod through the crack at the top of the door and trigger the power locks to open. Unfortunately the protruding of the lock was very slight and it takes a significant amount of force to get the lock to move. Getting enough leverage and torque proved to be very difficult. The locksmiths tools were of very poor quality and the bendable bars kept snapping. At one point Kamil was getting close to opening the door and the locksmith was simply getting in his way and making things more difficult. Meanwhile it's getting later and later for the show. Finally after an agonizingly long time struggling with and against both the van and the locksmith Kamil was able to trigger the lock mechanism and open the door. We quickly unloaded and set up. The show sounded great for me but there were lots of equipment difficulties during the Steve Mackay set when we all played together. As per usual the first few songs went well and then things slid in to chaos. The guys at the club seemed happy to have me back so I was happy. Once again I was packed up 5 minutes after the show (a DJ started and people were dancing) and the rest of the band decided after a couple of hours to crash at the bed and breakfast and pack the next day...