Saw some dear friends perform tonight. Good times, except that Snelson was sick as a dog and couldn't sing by the end of the night. Only about 15 people showed up, but it was a witty, banter-filled evening in which I received a shoutout from the stage. Granted, it was for requesting a song they don't practice, which caused Snelson to scream "Fussbudget Lastname, goddammit!" But they played it anyway and it made me happy,

Going to see them again tomorrow in NYC with Death Cab. I'm a little worried about having to lecture first thing Monday morning after my trip to NYC, but I'll suck it up.