As from my blog, memoir. You can see the setlist @ undented.
We sit outside the Landmark Diner, bellies full, biding our time. Amazing what one day can do to the air. I smoke like it's my last waking moments.
We shuffled into the Fox early, passing the merch table and the alcohol, upstairs to seats that I fell in love with. Balcony is usually frowned upon, but the balcony extends rather far at the Fox and the seats staggered enough to where even a giant cannot block the view. Let me also state for the record, that I have never, ever, sat in a seat in such an establishment to where my ass actually fitted perfectly. Had the feeling in my rear not expired by the time we passed the Georgia line, I would have enjoyed it much more than I did. But alas.
Yoav caught a lite sneeze. Aww, the adorable Tori jokes. He's fitting right in.
Hotlanta saw the rise of Santa, who I found more enjoyable than my favorite Posse doll, Clyde, who appeared the night before. …