We took Rachel and her friend Catherine (I hope I'm spelling that right) to Milwaukee with us for the show. I guess they had some other mutual friends there that they wanted to see, someone was having a birthday party. We unloaded our bags at Ashley and Amanda's house and I cooked a "Shit I Found In Your Fridge" dinner. It was spaghetti noodles with a little bit of Alfredo sauce, various cheese dips, sour cream, and spices. It actually didn't turn out bad, and since many of us were high it tasted all the better. We hung around the house and played cards until we split for the venue. We had played Y-Not III on the last tour, and had a decent turnout, and since the bar doesn't take any of the overhead (since sound and door are both run by the bands) it can be very lucrative. The room isn't bad, but it's up two flights of stairs and we had to use makeshift microphone stands to support our barely audible vocals. It was fun none-the-less and the turnout was pretty fucking good for a... Thursday I think? I don't know, but it was a weekday and there were a lot of people. Our friends from last time came out and brought a few people, so we can at least say we bolstered the draw a bit. Afterwards we got really smashed and had to unload all of our equipment back down the stairs and into the snowy night. I think I pulled something, or a couple of things. We made last call at some other bar and our buddy Eric bought us drinks before we lead the crowd in an a cappella rendition of "Kisses by a Rose." Then we made our way to the above-mentioned birthday party where we got a lot of weird looks. I met a really beautiful girl who I think I weirded out, and Aubrey talked to a girl with a mohawk and septum piercing which apparently caused her nose to emit copious gobs of snot. I can't remember much of what happened after, but Blake fell down and hurt himself at some point.
The next day the girls gave us goody bags full of candy and Chex Mix. It was very sweet, and we were touched deep down inside and all that. Marc would like me to state that he ate all of his Chex Mix in "like five minutes." We began the drive to Minneapolis, six hours northwest. When we arrived it took us about twenty-five minutes driving around the block to find the goddamn parking lot for the venue. The Nomad World Pub is a historic bar in the Little Somalia area of Minneapolis. We got in and were greeted by the promoter and the owner of the bar (not the same person) and they bought us a few beers. Outside one of the bartenders, Dimitri, had built a giant igloo for chilling in (get it?). We walked down to a bar/restaurant/venue, the Triple Rock, owned by one of the guys from Dillinger Four. I kept thinking of the place as sort of a Punk Rock Disney World. The prices of the food reenforced these thoughts. The venue portion was really nice though and I hope to one day play there. They'll probably read this and deny us one day. Bastards. I bought a bottle of whiskey and we headed back to the venue. We sat around and shot the shit in the basement green room with the other bands. I drank until it was time to play. The band after us was called The Debut and I would highly recommend checking them out. We drank more in the basement and secured a place for us to stay with Ben the drummer from the Debut's house. It was a lovely home with a very warm basement for us to sleep in. We made Ramen, watched the Simpsons and slept.
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