People,

The fact that I have somehow pulled myself out of the morass of tiredness that is my life right now to write to you, the true rock soldiers, is simply amazing. Out of the last three days of my life, 24 hours have been spent in a van compared to 9 hours spent in a bed. Damn.

Friday night we headed up I-95 to see our new friends in Portland, Maine at Geno's. Now, we'd never played there before and people, it was a dive. I mean, it was like the 30-meter platform if you get my drift. But it actually was a dive in the best sense of the word - punk rock family atmosphere, colorful regulars and the actual Geno serving drinks (when I met him he said "hey, how the f*&k are ya? We're happy to have ya. This is Barb, she's going to take care of you guys tonight." Barb - "Hi hon, what can I get you?" It ruled).

As for the show, it rocked. We played better than we've played in a long time and the pretty sizable crowd was appreciative for the most part. Our good friends Doug from WQRI and Mary from the very rocking 'zine Kelp made it out and it was good to see friendly faces in an unfamiliar place. The only downside was this table of frigging yahoos that yelled either "Skynyrd" or "Free Bird" after every song. It's like "dude, we get it, but I honestly feel less insulted by your distaste for our music than by your complete lack of originality in your heckling." I wanted to stop the show to walk over and give him some tips, like "dude, the Skynyrd thing works once, but know when to cut bait. I suggest commenting on my being overweight, or maybe something accusing us of being in a secret four-way gay relationship or, better yet, request something funnier and more creative like "Careless Whisper" or some Frankie goes to Hollywood. Just spice it up is what I'm saying."

Anyway, it was a really good night all around despite the jerk-offs. We hit Domino's afterwards and made an absolute mess of the van by eating the entire way home. Rock.

Tomorrow we'll discuss the much less rock experience we had in DC. Arg.