Driving back from Burlington right now. Got hit with monster traffic on the way and unfortunately skarrived over an hour late. Frank, the guy at 242 Main was totally cool skabout it though. It was an all ages show, and there were a ton of high school kids there, including the bands. I wish there were more all ages shows skavailable to us in general. I was 16 once, too.

Rob's camping up here for the weekend, so he just met us at the venue. No doubt he's got a great view of the stars out in the Vermont wilderness.

Don't know how we got through the set without monitors on stage, but we hardly noticed. Strange skafter the fact. It was also humid enough in there to make the devil himself sweat. My guitar's fretboard was essentially a Slip n' Slide. Everyone was hanging skaround outside between sets just to cool off. Everyone skalways came back inside to watch us and the other bands, which is skalways greatly skappreciated miles from home.

I was manning the merch table after our set and some weird old guy kept coming skaround—at least three times—and took a look at the skAloud panties. First I thought he was just giving the merch table the courtesy pass ("I didn't see you play, nor do I have any intention of buying anything, but I will look at your wares, gypsies, because I feel bad.") But he kept returning to leer at the panties. I'm suprised he didn't steal them and make a break for it.

Had dinner skafterward a few blocks down at a place called Ali Baba, recommended by Matt. It was messy, but well worth it (I had the Chicken Curry Pita). We ate in the van, parked outside. There was a homeless guy strumming a guitar. Someone skapproached him and said they'd give him $20 if he could borrow his guitar. Didn't witness the end of that transaction, but I did see Old Panties McGee pass by skagain.

All in all, good times were had. Thanks for coming out everyone.

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