My new friend Aaron is a rockstar. He plays a piano sort of standing up, sort of sitting down like Chris Martin, but sounds more like Ben Folds.

My new friend Aaron can talk this weekend but hasn’t for a month, which didn’t affect me one bit, but probably bothered some other people. It was also brought to my attention that my new friend Aaron also gets less hits on his blog than his wife. My new friend Aaron blames that on soccer moms and loyalty or something. Don’t you feel bad for him?

Here’s what I propose. Let’s all head to Aaron’s newest blog post, and in the comments give him consoling remarks as if we truly feel bad for his lack of “soccer mom” readers or otherwise. Stuff like “hang in there buddy” and “praying for your insecurity”… you know… that kind of stuff. Let’s see how many comments we can get on his newest post.

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.

I am headed out first thing in the morning with these hot rockstars. We are headed to Atlanta for a couple shows, some good hanging and to, well, actually meet.

So far I have only met Bush in person twice , and talked to Aaron once on the phone. We are also going to be doing some hanging with this guy. It’s like another blogging blind date, only this one takes it up a notch because we will be spending the night together. Does that come across weird to anyone else?

So anyway, between the group of us we should be able to come up with something to blog about. If not we will paint something on Bush’s face and take a picture of it.