Saturday night: 3 of 3.

Lord, Devore is a nightmare. I like the venue, but it really is ridiculous that you have to spend two hours on an average just getting OUT OF THE PARKING LOT after a show there. We actually planned this one pretty well: we brought food and blankets, and laid down in my car, talking, while we waited for the parking lot insanity to subside.

And… the moral of the story is: Aerosmith gets you laid.

Man, I love Ted so much. I think the best part of last week was just sitting in the car, making a mess of chips and soda, shooting the shit.

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This week is going to be busy as hell. Good thing they make Red Bull in those big motherfucking cans now.