Our mini-tour with PJ “Purple Jesus” Loughran is finally drawing to a close. It’s only been four days, but we’re already finishing each other’s sentences and prank calling each other’s parents and sharing milkshakes and holding hands on the beach, and I think we’ll all be a little teary when we’re eating our post-show dinner in Boston and saying the big goodbyes.

Otherwise, the shows have been an unqualified blast and the audiences top notch. We keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Thank you all for making this so much fun.

And so it continues. We hadn’t realized that DC was such a Speech-friendly city, but after playing what felt like a hometown show in Adams Morgan last night, I guess it shouldn’t come as that much of a surprise that we, the occupational descendents of Noonan and Frum, should find ourselves so completely at ease in our nation’s capitol.

Giant, dripping, heartfelt thanks to Tami DiChellam, John Henry Dale and the legendary Adam Richman for gracing our stage with their collective presences. The big news for today is that PJ Loughran has now entered the mix, so if you live anywhere in the Northeast and are reading this, rest up and consider yourself warned.

It’s 3am in Asheville and I’m more than a little upset by the realization that I may very well get to sleep before five tonight, breaking the rather impressive streak we’d been building up since arriving on the East Coast. Not much news from our camp, the last few days have been a relative blur of green wristbands and tired strippers and beating on car hoods while strangers danced through crowded alleys with chains of fire spinning rapidly around their heads. Hopefully things will pick up once we get to DC.