The Screamales from above the Spazzatorium:
And finally, a portrait of Schleyer, post a drive from DC to New Brunswick, post stopping for 3/$1.00 pretzels in Philly, PA. So when do we get to go again?
Brian and King Mike air guitar battling.
Orlando:
Okay, I know this picture kind of sucks but it needs some explaining. This is outside of the Black Box Collective in Orlando. There were a bunch of kids spraypainting the buildings in the area, in plain sight during the day. When we arrived here, there was also an accidental? bonfire in the field in the back. The fire department came, and upon seeing the kids doing grafitti didn't stop them, rather, the firefighters went over and hung out with them. They also came into the show and apparently loved Screaming Females.
My parents have a timeshare in Orlando and they booked us to stay there for one night. We could not deal.
MIKE GOT TO RIDE A SEGWAY.
A secret pool in or near Carrboro. ADULTS SHOULD NOT SWIM ALONE.
We found this amazing lake off of Route 85 on our way from South Carolina to Georgia. 
Ice cream before the show at JR's. La Krista was our roadie, the best roadie.
We got to preview Perry's art show before it actually went up. You may recognize him as the roadie for Screaming Females on our 3-day weekend tour. You can see his art stuff here.
This is my girl Sonrisa. She took us to where the fresh pretzels are, 3/$1.00 at midnight. You should get on that if you're ever in Philly. We went about an hour out of our way and stopped there at 4AM on our way home from DC.
That would be Perry's awesome dog, Benny.
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO! CLICK ON THIS BABY AND HANG OUT WITH US SOMEWHERE ALONG THE EAST COAST. 
