the trek to chicago started friday morning. i cleared out my guests, got my oil changed real quick, popped in to see my friend kiera who was home on fall break, and was headed north by around twelve thirty. the drive was relatively painless and i got to sam's house, freshened up, awaited stephanie's arrival and then we were off. destination, lake forest college to see we the living. i can't believe it's already been a month and a half since they were here in columbia. time really flies.
we eventually found where we were supposed to be after spotting the band van, and creepily stared through the student union window until matt took notice and let us in. hugs were all received and we settled into nice comfy couches and enjoyed a really great show. it was a different atmosphere for a show, that's for sure, but i liked it. nobody was yelling or screaming; there was no pushing or shoving. we were all merely curled up on our respective couches and listening to great music. the set list itself was more laid back than i'm used to - more heights of the heaven-like. not to say that i don't like a good rock show, but relaxing shows are always nice. the taylor swift song was of course played again, and i knew it was coming the minute jp mentioned his girly friend he made in nashville this summer, haha. they also covered the district sleeps alone tonight, which i haven't heard literally in a YEAR, so that was a nice bit of nostalgia. and lastly, they came back and covered fake plastic trees for part of the encore. the sound was probably the best i'd heard in a while, as were the lights. i think we the living FINALLY has their light show figured out. no blinding strobes, no seizure inducing flashes, no dots to be seen for hours post-show; these were tastefully choreographed to the music and it looked really awesome. overall, it was probably one of my favorite we the livings shows. that was only number eight so i don't have a ton of comparisons, but i really enjoyed myself. we hung around for quite a while afterwards, got a chance to talk to everyone and ate amazing cupcakes that sam had made. ben and i discussed awkward pickleman stories, matt accused me of being on drugs, and jp explained his ultimate fan-boy moment to me and i feel we had some pretty good bonding time over mikky ekko. ha. overall, great time. oh, and nora was there too and we chatted for a bit as well. love love love that girl. and she may very well have me convinced that nashville is the place to be on december seventeenth. i'm working on it, but it's in the process of being made possible.
next day, saturday. sam, her sister caitlin, steph and i went to see where the wild things are at a cute little place called muvico, and got buffalo wild wings for dinner afterwards. delish. we creeped around wal-mart for a while, came home and watched dazed and confused, and then went to a house party to see devon kay and the solutions. interesting night... let me tell you. wayyyy to many drunk hipsters crammed into a tiny apartment, and way too many bands playing, but it was fun i guess. by the time devon played though, him and his band were so trashed they could barely even stand up, much less tune their guitars. it was entertaining to say the least. they were good though and i'd definitely like to see them again in a real show setting. it was super late by the time we got home, so i pretty much crashed the minute we got there. i was on the road by eleven thirty the next morning, and got home at about a quarter after six. long ass drive, let me tell you. all i wanted to do was lay down on my bed and do nothing. but what's the first thing i see when i turn on my laptop? the working title was playing in thirty minutes at a venue downtown. and what band have i been really into the past few weeks, and what band did matt and i discuss at their show for a good while? yeah, the fucking working title. so i huffed and i puffed, and changed clothes and went to see them play. it's all about the benjamin's and we are voices were playing as well, and some other bands i don't remember. i was exhausted. but it was a great show. came home, didn't do any of the homework that needed to be done, and passed the fuck out. what a weekend. now i just have to make it until thursday and the cycle repeats... ludo on thursday, mutemath on friday, and barcelona and relient k on saturday, all in st. louis. wheee.
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