New York is always exciting, even when you barely leave your parents’ kitchen. There were wedding photos waiting for us when we arrived, and NY1, and Hector, and a brand new Shake Shack on Columbus Avenue. Things are good, people. Some small examples below.
Next stop, Jersey City.
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After our quick trip to the mountains, we headed back to the south. You know what that means: more good food. We ate well in Boulder, but there were too many vegetables involved. Thank god we got back to the fried chicken quickly. Atlanta was a little rainy, and I managed to ruin two pairs of shoes, but we still had a good time. There was a power outage in Raleigh halfway through the show, but the band soldiered on, continuing to take ecstasy without any lights whatsoever. Thrills! Chills! The aforementioned fried chicken!
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Flying from humid Austin to crisp Boulder was a bit of a shock. I, for one, was surprised to discover that I had only packed sweaters and jackets with 3/4 length sleeves. Huh. In any event, Boulder was delicious. Claudia got stoned on oxygen, the staff of the theater seemed to be high on other things, and we had some warm cookies. Not too shabby.
Next stop, Hotlanta.
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