We played at an art gallery in Pittsburgh. It had been around longer than I realized, for in the backstage closet one can admire all of the posters and fliers of bands like the White Stripes that had played there (as the opening band) before they were huge.
The highlight of our night was meeting a guy named Sneeky, who invited us to cash at his house right down the street. And when I say house I mean a killer living zone with a roller rink! Although fun in theory, whiskey and roller skating do not mix well.
Conveniently, Zac's clothes were made at about the same time the roller skates were.
This is Scott about to bail. He pretty much kicked his own ass...whiskey 1, Scott 0.
Thanks for the good times Sneeky!
Special thanks to our buddy Shawn and The Paramount Room in Chicago. You see Joey enjoying his first fine glass of Belgium Ale. This preceded the American style Poutine (yes, more Poutine!), a cornucopia of tampura finger foods (including bacon!), and outrageously good burgers. Delicious and nutritious.
See, just look how happy fine beer and food will make you!
This is Shawn. Although he did not drive us around, he did show us a good time in the Windy City.
Damon thought it was a good idea to ignite the pack of whistling bottle rockets that we had with us from Georgia. I'm not sure that the middle of Chicago is the best place to do this, but hey, it was a good show!
