I got quoted in the Chicago Tribune (as did the Cracker lads)! My mom is going to pass out.

I’m a little annoyed with myself for saying “awesome” instead of something, um, SMART . . . but at least I didn’t dangle any participles. Thanks Mark for including me! You’re awesome!

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One problem (well not PROBLEM, just “notable thingie”) is that after opening a Cracker tour, a girl’s brain just MIGHT be on 24 Hour 100% Cracker Radio for a long time.

And . . said girl might be unthinkingly (but audibly) singing under her breath, “What the world needs now, is a new Frank Sinatra . . . ET CETERA” while waiting on the hotel clerk to make her a new room key.

And the clerk might look at her like a deer in headlights and she might blush and run away, but WITHOUT the key, at which point she has to come BACK to the front desk, where afore mentioned clerk is still . . . just standing there, staring. (PS This is only funny if you know the lyrics to that song, otherwise SORRY)

What an incredible way to end this tour. I can’t thank you enough for a beautiful night . . . don’t disappear on me now. I’ll see you next time, and I’m TOTALLY bringing you a present.

Lovingly,

Bran

I have a bit of heartache. I don’t really want to go home . . . I’ve come to rely on the sense of well being I get listening to “All Her Favorite Fruit” every night. I will miss my Cracker friends.

That being said, I’m clocking in at 0 MPH in the synapse firing department, and I could use about 72 hours of good old fashioned sack time.

See you tonight, Denver-ites.

B

Evidently the drive from Fort Collins is slightly harrowing. Here’s hoping I don’t careen wildly over the edge of some tall mountain situation.