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What a wonderful mini-vacation! We played the 400 bar, which you should never go to. The space is fine, the staff would be better off working the DMV or driving the bus so people could anticipate their cold, unfeeling uptightness. No flash photography, everyone gets carded a minimum of four times, and they screwed the people throwing the show. It was a BENEFIT for chrissakes. Grrr.
As for the rest of the weekend: good people, Rachel Hall is a lovely hostess and I developed a unrequited crush on her Siamese cat. I don't care what anyone says, it IS funny to play your guitar while you poop. Thanks to anyone and everyone who came to the show, it was way fun. Also, I spilled a cheap whiskey drink all over myself and choked up the second half of it, so my nose had a faint whiskey feel to it all night. The End.
As for the rest of the weekend: good people, Rachel Hall is a lovely hostess and I developed a unrequited crush on her Siamese cat. I don't care what anyone says, it IS funny to play your guitar while you poop. Thanks to anyone and everyone who came to the show, it was way fun. Also, I spilled a cheap whiskey drink all over myself and choked up the second half of it, so my nose had a faint whiskey feel to it all night. The End.