Back to Life in Separate Towns

Since coming home yesterday afternoon I have been itching to write on my blog about the road trip this weekend that was, to put it in no uncertain terms, fucking awesome. So here it is.. creatively written in letter form to our favorite musicians...


Dear Lucas et al.,

I was getting coffee at Panera this afternoon, waiting for my bus to come back to the apartment, and as I was standing there pouring my raw sugar in my styrofoam cup, I was so sad... realizing I wasn't taking it back to the table with all of you... listening to whoever is playing, singing along with the table...taking pictures of the most ridiculous things... "

"Alicia, you know that has caffeine in it, right?"

Oh no, I was taking the stupid Cata bus to my apartment so I can work on all the work I didn't do this weekend.

It didn't help that in class today, I just thought about our badass Huntin' hats (which is sitting right next to me) they really are sexy...

And it didn't help when I was on the bus that I saw a Lucas Carpenter look alike walking down Beaver....

Or that I was listening to Shotgun Wedding on my iPod...

Or that I was anticipating more picture comments from all of you on Facebook...

I don't know how we all fit together like we did. It was a strange thing. We were all a part of this random anomaly that none of us expected.. it was a perfect combination of personalties.
Which reminds me of a quote from one of my favorite movies, Stranger Than Fiction, and even though this reference is a little heavy, bear with me, I know you'll all know exactly what I mean. At the end Will Ferrell's voice says,

"And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives."

I have had that on my Facebook for a long time, and even though I liked it, it never quite fit with my life, and now it does. All three of us girls have had a rough year; bad break-ups, parent's
divorcing, losing a sibling... and for the last few days, we were all just happy. Alicia and I haven't been like we were yesterday... driving down 15 in the sun, singing and laughing and being silly.... in so long.

And Julie felt the same, I knew this when she said, almost spitting out a mouth full of $4.50 carrot cake from laughing, when she said to me..."where have you been all my life?"

it was my brilliant assertion, "it doesn't matter what we do, we're across state lines..."

To put it simply, we're glad to have met you.

It was a random chance that we have all said has been pretty awesome. I had no idea that when I went into Sozo's by myself Wednesday, so mad at all the girls for being late and making me sit there by myself, would have turned into a road trip to Rochester...

You guys are amazing, and I think for the first time in a long time, the coolest girls I know (us, obviously) got to finally see what it's like to be around guys that aren't douchebags. Like Alicia said, guys we can be friends with...

Guys you can discuss the size of Dawson's head with at 4 am in a Motel 6, three to a bed with the best blanket I haver seen in my life...

So, I guess what I'm saying here, is thanks. You all keep thanking us for coming to the shows, but thanks, for being fun and talented enough to make us want to keep coming to see you.

If you ever need tambourine, triangle, or kazoo players... you know we will drop everything and hit the road...

'Til the next adventure don't be too sad to not see our faces in the crowd....

Love,

Katie and the Band-Aids