It's strange to find myself reporting on two successive Border's shows, but needless to say I have respect for the system and how we've chosen to take turns giving you the inside scoop involving BL public appearances.

First off the bookstore wasn't expecting us. It wasn't like we were on the calendar and listed as the opener for the Puppet Show, we weren't listed at all. It must have been some sort of mix up at Border's HQ, which I believe is run out of the very same cave that Batman used for so many years. Thankfully Evelyn the manager got a hold of someone at said cave who decided it was cool if the store just moved a few tables in the cafe and we rocked anyway. So after a bit of time where the band was nursing much needed coffees in the corner, we were cleared for take off.

Morgan isn't allowed to drink soda because she gave it up for Lent. Is the Fizzy Lizzy, carbonated yet very natural in its ingredients, a soda? Is it? These were some of the questions we debated publicly between songs to, in all seriousness, our biggest and most enthusiastic Border's cafe crowd to date.

I'm not gonna lie to you, these gigs are strange. They are what they are in that its primarily a promotional appearance. The thing is that Breaking Laces takes very little lightly besides themselves and we feel the need to give as well as receive your thunderous applause and inopportune yet extremely flattering requests for autographs. So we try our best to kick it, yet keep the presentation from shaking the shelves of the Reference Section. But towards the end of the show when we know we can make our exit in a hurry if need be, look out for falling Theasauri.

Let the record show I had to provide Rob with at least 4 extra bars of D chords to allow him time to finish the Rubik's cube. On the same token, I did pick up the tempo of our Cube song. I was trying to challenge him and now we know that he is awesome yet human. Forgive him. Forgive me. Try to forgive Seth. Just try.

Scranton, PA might have had some of the most strangley stationed Cops in the country. Was there trouble last week at the Burger King? I can't see how as the manager and the counter girl at the BK might have been some of the nicest we've met on our travels. The manager was wearing a Scooby Doo tie and all I can hope for her sake is that they make a better movie than the last one this time around.

C'mon Scoobster. You can do it.

Gooodnight Scranton!