It was quite an amazing sight.  We roll into town, Dover Delaware to be exact, and not quite knowing the population of Dover and it's surrounding boroughs, I would have assumed that perhaps every person in possession of a Delaware driver's liscense was on the street of this venue.

There were velvet ropes set up to queue all of these people, similar to the <i>X</i> roller coaster at <i>Y</i> amusement park on it's busiest day.

We had to put the van on the sidewalk to get to the other end of the street, where the load-in dock was for the Golden Fleece.

This is where we met the load-in crew.  First there was Charlie, who seemed to be the ringleader, yelling commands in a language I didn't understand.  My parents speak Polish, so I can tell that it was a language similar in nature, but not quite Polish.  It may have been Russian, or a dialect from one of the break-off countries.

Regardless, these guys were in a mission, and we didn't have to lift a finger.  It's was pretty amazing.

So we headed to the green room, where the only thing I will talk about is the sushi.  The sushi was fucking amazing.

We played a set to a room that was so packed that we had to literally set up on the bar.  No joke, and I wish we had a picture of it, but all of our gear was set up entirely on the bar.  Seth's drums were more set up in-line, with some drums to his left and some to his right, and we duct-taped his toms to the ceiling.  That's right, Seth, can you please check the ceiling toms?  Right on, they sound great.

So we played our first set, took a small break in the jacuzzi out back, then dried off and came back in to play the second set, which we found out was being attended by the people that were outside still in line for the first set.

At the end of the night, we were carried aloft by three golden geese to a magical land where the furniture is made of marshmallows and were given backrubs by the Dixie Chicks. 

It's good to be in a band.  Thank you Golden Fleece.