People,

I know I'm like a broken record over here, but holy god damn is it cold out. I had shooting pains in my face and legs after the 15 minute walk to the T this morning. I literally don't remember it being this cold ever. Dag.

Anyway, we played last night in Rhode Island which was, um, ok? There wasn't anyone there and it was cold everywhere; inside, outside, you name it. The ride home was uneventful, featuring Pete, Jordan and I all crammed together in Pete's car trying in vain to stay warm.

Finally, after an eternity, we arrived home. Now here is where the story veers into full on support for the hypothesis that guys in bands are dumb. When we got home, after an entire night of bitching about the cold, 12-Guage turns to me and says "You wanna get naked and run to the laundromat [one block away] to see how cold it is?" I say "sure" like a complete jackass.

So we stripped to our underwear and shoes and ran two blocks in -5 degree weather with a -30 wind chill. When we got back to the house we both felt like we were going to puke and that we'd never be able to reproduce.

It was cold is my point.