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The first night was originally going to be a really big open mic called Grape Street in Philly, but they were closed for Labour Day, so we figured.. eh... we'll wait a day and catch our breath.

A lot of things have been conspiring against us - between the holiday and general bloody-mindedness, Verizon's DSL is STILL not cut off to the house, and there are a couple of other stupid real-world SHIT things that I haven't taken care of yet. I keep telling my self that it'll work out. As of now, I'm doing all the driving too, cause Heather needs to practice stick before we're really ready to turn things over to her.

Not only that, but the CDs are late. We were going to Live off those CDs!!! They won't arrive till Friday back home, so we won't get them till we get back on the 16th (or whatever) ... sigh. Oasis is trying their best, I guess, and they're knocking a lot of money off AND sending a bunch to Heather's friend Jayson. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm a little worried that we won't be able to fit them in the car for the drive home.

So, in the meantime, we've been working crazy hard to get the rob n Heather album done - on Luck on Fumes on Spit on Love. We did recordings at Jeremy's just before leaving, and now we're desparately trying to put together an album out of that and some other scattered tracks.

The second night out we really fell on our feet - I met a guy about two years ago at the Riverdale Bookstore - and he's been on the mailing list ever since! Shane has put us up at his dormroom in Philadelphia, and has been amazingly kind, knowledgable - a slow smile and a soft voice. When I asked if we could stay with him, he responded with "fanboy butterflies" - his roommate's been away for a while, and we get his bed!


Anywho - staying with Shane has been fantastic. He's fed us and guided us through the Hellish complexities of the Philadelphia tube stations.

Sept 2nd, 2003
The first night out we played an open mic at The Point in Bryn Mawr. One of the highest calibre open mics I've ever been to. Much more laid back music than I was used to - we were like setting off a bomb in an eel tank. You know, except it was students rather than eels. The host - Leigh - was fantastic, dry sarcastic wit, reminded me of an aged Pat Klink crossed with Riverdale's host, JD. We went over really well, and Leigh promised to help us out where he could. Also got approached about being an opening act at McGilliduddy's (or something like that) on Saturday night. Sold 6 of the ilyAIMY AMD CDs. It's not much, but it got us the ones we needed to ride the trolley system the next day. A lot of new mailing list friends (urg - mailing list, haven't even thought about that) - Anywho, got lost on the way to Shane's, and Heather was practicing her stick shift... I almost am completely confident that she's good to do the trafficky day driving - one more home coming late at night, and methinks she gets to take over the driving.

Sept 3rd, 2003
Wandering wandering wandering - we must've walked the whole length of Philly today. Took pictures of the Drexel Dragon to use for the new album cover, and did the artwork for that. Unfortunately, the open mic we were going to hit tonight didn't technically exist anymore - so the trolley trip and the tonnes o walkin was all for naught. However, we DID end up having genuine Philly cheesesteaks for dinner - and the amazonish chickie behind the counter let us have some free pretzels at the end of the night.... Came back and finished up oLoFoSoL's artwork, started printing it, started working on this journally thing.

It's crazy, my work ethic is SOO much better now. (Weird, Heather just found a quote from Coal Boulder sitting on Hot or as part of some woman's profile) Or at least, it has been for the past few days. Get up every morning and it's right to ilyAIMYishness. I'm worried I might become a workaholic, but that's ok, right?

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