Pretty fucking rad. Is wasn’t a very big venue, it was mill city nights, but the crowd made it awesome. I brought my camera and immediately some security douche bag says, “hey kid, where’s your photo pass?”
Fucking wat. Photo pass. I thought this was America.
So I basically said fuck you and moved somewhere else, and just took pictures. La Dispute was all over the place though, so no pictures really turned out. But what the fuck, you can record and take photos with your phone, but when someone brings in a camera suddenly it’s all PHOTO LICENSE YOU BASTARD.
Whatever, the show was bomb. Definitely one of my favorite shows.
The roads were awful when we got out though. We saw some brutally pulverized cars on the way home. I mean- I’ve seen car crashes before, but these ones were brutal.
Nate freaked out and decided we would just get a hotel here in Minneapolis, which was probably practical. But I was really looking forward to getting home and crawl into bed with Maria. She’s staying at the house watching the little uns.
Well that’s about all I’ve gotta say, oh yeah- we got White Castle and now I may vomit.
Goodnight you guise.