Because of an in-store performance, I got there before Sloan did, and boy was I happy. Chris walked in after an hour and I jokingly told him we were in the opening band. Note: Chris Murphy obviously has a bad memory and does not like to be teased. For the rest of the night he gave the two of us dirty looks and off-handed comments. Jerk. Jay came in next and I spoke to him for a while about Nardwuar and Texas and a bunch of other stuff. Jay Ferguson has to be the sweetest person on the face of the earth. Hands down. He said "Golly", "wild", and "holy mackerel" in the same sentence. Yes, I love him mucho.

With cute Canadian roadies setting stuff up all around us, I was in heaven. Then, just as I started to relax, Andrew walked in. Iieee. Let me make this disclaimer: I've had a crush on Andrew Scott for the past 5 1/2 years. When I saw him last September I got jelly legged and couldn't hold a conversation without sounding like an idiot. My nerves were completely shot, which is very out of character for me when meeting a silly little popstar. Anyways, Andrew walked in and passed the group of us that were talking and mouthed a "hello" and went up to the stage to see how things were going. For the next hour or so, I just kind of sat there staring at him, again, a little unusual for me because I don't really like to be that obvious about anything. But hey, it was Andrew. And he is beautiful.

We spent the next few hours going backstage and watching soundcheck and meeting up with Joe and his friends. I started to relax again, but I was ready to see Sloan. Trinket opened the set and put on a really good show. I was just a little ancy waiting for my boys to go on. (yes, mine) Sloan finally went on and I was in heaven for the next two hours. They played a lot of stuff, Jay was right in front of Amanda and me, smiling away and posing for pictures. Andrew got mad at Chris for making him play a drum solo (Chris was being extra annoying that night for some reason) and sought revenge by playing "Good Golly Miss Molly" in true Ramones' "Warthog" style. Chris could barely keep up on the drums. It was so funny. The closed with "Underwhelmed", so I busted out an empty beer bottle I had on the floor and started playing spin the bottle on the stage just like in the video. Jay looked at me spinning the bottle and you could see the thought process take place..."oh, a bottle"..."oh, she's spinning the bottle"..."wait, we're playing 'Underwhelmed'"..."oooooh nooooooo".  It was hilarious. Jay was trying so hard not to laugh and when the bottle landed on him I leaned forward and blew a kiss in slow motion. Chris, of course, was shooting dirty looks. Idiot.

After the show we walked around and talked to people, then the guys came back out and I spoke with Jay for a bit longer, got him to sign a postcard for Kate, and then left him alone. Patrick signed it too, he is so sweet. He was sick with the flu that night, but was still in a good mood and was more than nice. He got a new haircut and looks better than ever before. I asked Amanda to get Chris to sign the card for Kate, just because there was no way I was going to talk to him. He wrote "I HATE KATE" across the bottom in big bubble letters. Amanda ripped it out of his hand and walked off. He's such a jerk. Then I was standing there by the merch table talking to Joe's friends, and who walks by? Andrew. He sat there looking at me for a second...I had been there all day and talked to the rest of his band and I was avoiding him so I finally stepped up and said hi and we both settled into a long conversation at a table. He remembered me from the last Atlanta show, I was the girl from Texas that talked to him about Freemasons, and that sort of branched into a long discussion again. I got him to add his signature to the card too, and when I told him Kate had moved to England before this tour was announced, he wrote "Sucker!" and started laughing. Yes, I love him because he is such a snide bastard. This is the same guy that, when asked to record a message to the brother of someone that couldn't make it to the show,  said "Hi, this is Andrew. It's too bad that you couldn't make it to the show tonight, because this was our last show. We broke up. Bye."

The club started closing and I got up to leave and he followed me, still talking and being really sweet. Andrew! Sweet! I walked outside and told him bye, and was in a sort of stupor for the rest of the night.

We spent the rest of the weekend hanging out with Trinket. Making the trip up to Rome, Georgia, one of the scariest towns in the United States, with them.  Played mother at a party, ate at Waffle House a couple of times, did a lot of driving and listening to albums. Really a fun weekend.

I am fairly positive that within the next few weeks I'm going to be moving out to Athens, GA. I'll go into detail about why later, but it just seems like the right thing to do.

So now I'm back in Dallas, miserable because of how sucky everything is, and am trying to sort out some sort of relocation. Soon.

And Sloan are my favorite band. It always fluxuates between them and Blur, but really, I think I can tell which ones I like more. Compare albums - Navy Blues is much better than Blur. And that's just one point. Plus, I've liked Sloan longer than I have Blur. I am still floating from the whole Andrew thing. He is just the coolest guy in the world. I am going to shut up now.