I'm stuck in the Chicago airport waiting for my plane back to BWI. Thanks to some drizzle, our flight was delayed two hours. But I'm thrilled to go home. But I really need a cigarette. But Piebald broke up, so it's not like things are awesome anyway. But I can't venture outside. But, yeah, this sucks.
This made me feel a bit better. This and a phone call from Nathan, my llama-friend. I told him I would do anything to be at a show right now. He called me to let me listen to a bit of his Ace Enders performance.
Corey covered one of my favorite Brand New songs ("Ok I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't"). It must be a psychic connection or something. And there are moments where he sounds nearly as good as Jesse. A sign that he's got some incredible chords? A sign that The Grads are well-worthy of awesomeness. I think so.