A promise is a promise. You guys count me in for this.
Pretty sure I promised both you and Dave Maynar that I would be there with you for this one even if I had to abandon the family for a couple of hours. Of course, the promise was only if I actually ended up going to the thing.
Seven months ago, I asked LoveLuckLaughter to go hike some caves and waterfalls on a cold, crappy Oct weekend. Best idea I've ever had. Caught more feelings out on those strolls in the woods than any one man deserves. And I'm still falling head over heels for her crunchy, unicorn-asss every second since.
Wow. Fucking destruction. I have to be there. I'm gonna petition Bonnaroo to amend their contract. It'll soon read that Swans has to beat the shit out of me after the show. Those are some intense, grizzled dudes and I'd be honored.