Blizzzzzzarts ...

After the concert we checked out a few places in our search for Spencer Krug. We ended up at Blizzarts even though there is probably no way they'd let him in with his metaphors.

We ended up hanging with a birthday party.   I'm going to pretend to not remember the rest:

Sometimes Life Is Not A Road Trip

Sometimes it's a train trip and a plane trip. 3000 miles to see a band and hang out with your buddy that you haven't seen in 6 months. But it still feels like a road trip. It has that familiar sting:

This is what happens when you disparage the Quebecois. They are a feisty bunch.

This is the happy couple: we only remember Jean's name.