Former Theives, Into It. Over It.

I just woke up maybe an hour ago. Still haven't taken a shower. Still in the same clothes I wore all last night. I'm ripping the Into It. Over It. "52 weeks" album to my itunes right now. This weekend ruled so hard. I'm listening to Former Thieves record over and over.
Friday, Dillon came and picked me up at about 4 and we rolled over to Will's to run through the set and then get to Cincinnati. In the car Dillon told me that Evan wasn't coming with and that we were going to replace him with Max for the weekend. That was swell. So we ran through the set a couple times with Max and then got in Ol' Blue to get to the Hungry House.
The drive was short and harmless and when we got to the house we hung out for a bit and got all our shit loaded in and set up. We played with the Bangalow loft they had above the playing space/living room. Eventually, us boys got hungry so we asked where the nearest T bell was, and during the lengthy directs we recieved, it seemed obvious to me that there was no T bell near to that house. So while we were sitting in the car before we left, I took the Tamagachi with intention of typing in various fast food names and finding the closest one. Of course, said Tamagachi was Will's property and he was not coming with us to eat. So it asked for a code to type in, and I typed in 0000 (as this is the automatic code for things like these that have zero security need). Of course, the Tamagach locked me out and so we had no GPS for the rest of the weekend.
So we wandered around Cincinnati until we found a Chipotle. And it was my first time going to Chipotle, I was pleasantly surprised. Except for when I found out later that if I said it was my first time, it could have been free. Or if I just said I was poor and on a cross-country tour. Whatevz.
When we got back, we hung around until Evan (Into It. Over It) got in a chair and we all sat around him as he serenaded us. Fucking so good. A breath of fresh air as far as acoustic D.I.Y. minded acts go.
Then we played, which was cool.
Then Former Theives made us all look like shit since they fucking rule.
Then Paralyzer finished off the night and we had pizza and fell asleep in the Bangalow.

In the morning we woke up and it was nice as hell. I got on the couch in the kitchen and nerded out on reading Toni Morrison's "Beloved" since we were in Cincinnati (where most of the book is set.) Dudes that lived in the house made us coffee which was truly perfect at that moment. I have never loved black coffee more. I put the rest of my burrito from Chipotle in the microwave and breakfasted on that.
We went outside later, since we had plenty of time to kill, and found snakes in the house's garden. Snakes are so cool and if you don't think so, you suck.
So then we got in the van after wasting a shitload of time, in which Will turned into a true grouchy pants. Once we got in the van, I used my phone for a GPS and we made it to Dayton where we sat in a park for a bit before we decided to drive to Fairborne to the Idolss house.
Once we got there, we walked to a Tbell and I went to the bathroom and it was strategically set up so that when Max walked in, the first thing he saw as he looked through the space between the stall door and the wall was my pants down dick. So that was cool.
After Taco Bell, we all felt like shit and walked back to the house. We hung out in the van and on the porch of the house with Evan and Former Thieves and eventually the show started.
The first band that played was this god awful death metal band. Their singer was a true muscle bro that looked like an opera singer and stood on this weird block with one foot as her grunted and such.
Then Bankrobber from Denver played. I had heard about them before from the B9 board i guess, and they are solid.
Then we played and that was not as cool as the night before, but still cool.
Then Evan played and he was sweet as usual.
The Former Theives rocked so hard again.
And Idolss finished it off to girls that dipped when asked for donations and then came back. Fuckers.

We stopped for coffee and snacks in Kettering and met Ravi from Mantra (ex The Pledge) and picked up a spare tire for the van. Driving home I wasn't sure if I was asleep or not, it was weird. When we got home I was slap happy as hell and we peed back to back in Will's road at 2 AM.