Tonight was our second dance at the Florida Music Festival. In case you didn't know, the fest is held in Orlando. Now, if Las Vegas is the city of sin, Orlando is the city that has no soul.

Don't get me wrong, we have plenty of friends who live in/are from Orlando and they are good people, and the people who put the festival on do a really good job and are really good to work with, but Orlando is just hollow.

And here's my proof. We were walking down Pine (the street the venue was on) and some girl sitting outside of one of the bars bumped me in the leg with her cigarette when I walked by. I didn't know what she hit me with, so I looked at my pants and then at her as I continued to walk by. As I did this, she said to me "FUCKING NERD." I wanted to say something back to her, but she was with two large upper bodies. Orlando proliferates with large upper bodies in dress shirts. The weather must be suitable for their caloric intake or something.

"Nerd." I do believe I was clearly older than she was, which makes this all the more outrageous. I don't think I've been called a nerd since 4th grade.

Despite this overly warm welcome, the show was good and we played well.

Next stop...East coast tour.