My God, where to begin? We’ve been in the middle of the country for so long, I forget that both time and space get exponentially denser once you hit the Eastern Seaboard. After a much-needed bye week, we’re back on the road and it already feels like a new tour. We’re back in the land of Places We Played Before, having re-hit Fisher College for reasons that still remain unclear and currently riding out our collective post-show adrenaline rush in our friend’s room here at Rensselaer Polytechnic.

There is no way in the world I can even begin to summarize the last week and a half of our lives. All I can really say at this point is:

1. I finally got to live out my dream of being a We Are Scientist tonight by accompanying the one and only Keith Murray on baritone guitar, and

2. Meryl from LeMoyne College threatened to let the air out of our tires if I didn’t mention her in the road notes.

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