Representing.

The last 48 hours have been filled with so much joy it's difficult to put into words, let alone in any witty way.

I am getting ready to crash on the bed of this goofy hotel where the decor might best be described as the decorative love child of Salvador Dali and an Autumn Pottery Barn catalogue. Alex and I are having a crash from so many endorphins entering our brains in a 10 minutes span because we met Colin Meloy. No, neither of us had showered. Yes, I asked him to sign a CD that wasn't his. Yes, I made a complete ass of myself. No, I don't remember any of this interaction. Yes, there is a 10 minute video documenting this. And yes, it made up for this incident almost one year ago to the date.

We also saw him Saturday night in Charlottesville, VA where we were too tired to yell at the sickeningly rude audience. The tiredness was the result of staying up to an ungodly hour Friday night proving to Alex's fancyshmancy W&L friends that you can still be awesome if you don't want to be an "i-banker" or know the entire Greek alphabet.

Tomorrow night, the New Pornographers.
Love.