After a night of apples to apples (i won), we drove north to buffalo, mn to hit up the vault. we saw a lot of gorgeous lakes. hit up a walmart (we have been to more of these than i care to think about). finally we pulled up to the tiny tiny town of buffalo. it reminds me of buckley or old-town auburn. its small and quiet and quaint. we found the venue, and parked behind. there was a sweet petstore behind it, with a bird that said "fucking bitch"
we loaded in and waited for the show to get going. the first band started, and i cant remember what theyre called. the second band played, and i cant recall what they were called either. they had a keyboardist, and did the whitechapel bow thing. and they were pretty tight and together. we went on, and played fucking terrible. we fucked up on nearly every song, it was atrocious.
setlist was the same as its always been, we just played it like utter dogshit. the kids in the other bands were moshing for us, the gf's stood on the side, and i guess there was 1 person paid at the door. after us, our buddies in dead end roads played. they were heavy as fuck and had their shit spot on. after the show and a long band talk, we packed up and went back to st paul to crash once more with the dead end roads dudes. we sold a few shirts but had the worst night of tour here.
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