So, as it turns out we aren’t really in Atlanta as much as we are near Atlanta. And by near Atlanta I mean, a good drive away from Atlanta. I’m sorry if I have misled anyone. I hope you can forgive me. This is what happens when you don’t pay attention to anything when you are riding in a van.

Tonight these guys played a great show for a massive group of teenagers, and did it all with a busted website. Aren’t you impressed. I know I was. I faithfully watched their merchandise to make sure none of it wandered off without the correct compensation.

So, funny story. About halfway through the night I was sitting at the table in the empty room, some call a “foyer”, and some call an entrance because no one likes to say “foyer”, at the merch table waiting for something magical to happen, and this kid comes up and sits directly across from me on the other side of the table but about four feet back. He doesn’t say anything, but is staring right at me. I’m not a big “stare at me” kind of person. I get a little uncomfortable, and start to feel like I have something hanging from my nose or something like that.

I kept pretending to do important things on my computer, giving quick glances up to see this kid looking at me. He must have been twelve or so, because he was as awkward as I felt. I debated winking at him a few times to avert his stare, but thought that inappropriate.

I ended up just getting up and walking away. Maybe that isn’t a funny story. It’s late here, and there is snow at home.