Honestly, I probably won’t beat this weekend in a long time.

Chronologically: A meeting with writers from The Lantern and 614 Magazine about the upcoming Greatest Show (more on that later), 8th Floor Improv’s December Show (another reminder of how TERRIBLE I would be at improv), Bernie’s, endless drinkalong/singalong/DuckHuntalong party back at our place, get a 1:35am text from Bobby Miller that I’m in the Rock Potluck (how did that happen?), woke up hungover to get to Central City Recording for practice, had an hour break to eat, played a Salvation Army food drive show at Tobacco International for probably the greatest audience we’ve ever played for (honestly, thank you guys so much; the recording is here, feel free to send me an e-mail for the password), got my face melted at the Rock Potluck (portion of proceeds benefit the Columbus Music Co-Op), and then completely lost control of myself when our single-serving band (Pussy Control) got on stage and played something, I think. Then on Sunday I read The Road.

All without the assistance of an automobile. I love this town.