After a month on the road of sleeping five or six hours a night, driving hundreds of miles every day, Yelping a massive quantity of Asian restaurants, and seeing the country from coast to coast these are the things I’ve learned about myself:

-I could easily write a book for super fans on how to get backstage, or sneak into nearly any music venue.

-Portland is far kinder to vegetarians than the majority of the country.

-My 90s infatuation with Janeane Garofalo is alive and well. When an employee at our Philly show told us she had performed there the night before and talked about being a big Helio Sequence fan on stage, I nearly fainted.

-I’ve begun to know hotels so well; I can wake up in the dark and instantly know the blueprint layout of any room I’m in.

-In Portland I usually skip by Starbucks, but on the road it feels like a little piece of the Northwest hugging you. 

-If I get grumpy from being tired, all anyone has to do is show me a cute picutre of a cat or YouTube video of a bunny falling asleep and I'm back in action.

-Cornfields are absolutely terrifying. Seeing miles and miles of them under a full moon is even more horrifying. How many Freddy Kruger type fiends are hiding in there? We’ll never know….

-Stylistically, I’m pretty proud of Portland fashion. We’re definitely holding our own nationwide and kicking butt in most places.

-Portland is an amazing place to live, and I missed it.



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