Back in Philly Yo!

So we were so excited on this night because after a month of busting our asses for what felt like two months, but only was one, we were only two hours from home.

But no home was to be had.

We did however stop at Legendary Dobbs for our first show at this awesome venue.

Right away we ran into Jim Thorpe, and Jim, Seth and I engaged in a bit of nostalgia as Jim was the man who booked our old band, Darby Jones, at a place called the Grape Street Pub, which we Laces actually played only a few months back..

All roads just seem to circle back around again.

Well we were pumped for the show and once again did what we came there to do.  Rock the hell out and make our sexy fashion-forward jackets just that much stinkier with sweat.

Honestly, Billy's jacket reeks.  And Its a little ripped in the armpits, which is awesome and means he's rockin the hell out.  But now there is this white funky sweatmark pattern appearing in the jacket's fabric.  And ... yeah, it smells pretty bad.

Mine smells like magic.  Like a good whiff of fuck yeah.

The show went great.  We later went to get cheesesteaks at Pat's (Jim's on 6th was closed) and some really cool guy from Philly keyed the entire length of the drivers side of the van. 

I will say no more.  Because beneath the veil of NYC pride, I'm a Jersey boy.  One of my hands reaches out to New York and the other reaches out to Philly.

Now I'm going to put my jacket on and go for a jog.