Capybara

Capybara is on the internet. A lot. But one thing none of us had yet to try, despite hearing great things, was CouchSurfing. In case you haven’t heard, CouchSurfing is a network of travelers and hosts in communities all over the world. If you’re traveling somewhere and don’t want to get a hotel, you can see if CouchSurfing has any hosts in that city, message them, and see if they are okay with you sleeping on their couch. Awesome, right?

Anyway, we were heading to Fargo, North Dakota, and figured we’d give CouchSurfing a shot. We found the profile of a young lady and we asked her if she wouldn’t mind hosting a band that was going to be playing a show in Fargo (read: that’s us!).

What happened next is hard to describe, because people this nice are always hard to describe without sounding cliche. When we got into Fargo, our lovely host met us at a local noodle place and grabbed a bite to eat with us. Our show at the Red Raven was to take place in a few hours, and in the meantime we wanted to walk around town and try to get some more foot traffic into the venue to see us play.

Our host, Molly, actually came with us and handed out fliers! She couldn’t have been friendlier, more generous or more helpful. She and a friend watched our show and then invited us to go back to the apartment (where we would be sleeping). Before arriving, we stopped at a grocery store to pick up some beers and cheese. Why cheese? Because when we got back to Molly’s place she MADE US DELICIOUS GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICHES. How cool is that?

Then we all stayed up, drank aforementioned beers, sat around on Molly’s awesome wraparound terrace, argued about Wavves, listened to some Black Moth Super Rainbow records, and learned a thing or two about Fargo (example: winters are cold).

All in all, we had a great time, and CouchSurfing is great. There’s no way everyones experiences are as good as ours (GRILLED FREAKIN CHEESES), but we are really satisfied with how things went down. Now, having completed the 22 hour drive from Fargo to Seattle (technically Snoqualmie), we are enjoying the mountain air, the hot tub, the adorable puppy, and some seriously out-of-control bruschetta-on-cheesebread. Yikes. Life. Is. Good.

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We just got word that we are playing an EMERGENCY LAST MINUTE SUPERGREAT house show in Minneapolis tonight at a little place called I.H.O.B. at 7pm. The address is 2325 Pleasant Ave (Minneapolis, MN) and make sure you ring the top buzzer when you get there! We are the only band and we will probably start very close to 7pm so DON’T BE LATE. Also it is freeeeeee!!!

Go go go go go go go go!

You’d better show up! But if you can’t, tell all your Minneapolis friends (I know you have like a hundred!) to come to our show and then they will call you tomorrow and say “hey thanks for telling me to go to that sweet Capybara show, to thank you I’m going to send you thousands and thousands of dollars in a cardboard box via UPS.” It’s a guarantee!

We have been talking about food a lot lately. But who doesn’t? Brian (Sturgill) told us that he and Chris (Nester), both of whom are on tour with us, haven’t been eating meat for a while. This is cool. I think this is great. But Brian told me that occasionally he and Chris have to make “meat-ceptions” for certain restaurants that seem particularly delicious. This. This is funny.

Also – let it be known that Jared has a relative who owns a Dairy Queen franchise in the St. Louis area. What this means is that Jared is very familiar with the Dairy Queen menu, having been treated to free meals/snacks there for most of his life. So last night when we drove by a Dairy Queen and started talking about our favorite thing to get there, Jared said to us (LIKE IT’S NO BIG DEAL) “I’m more of a dilly bar man, myself.” I know that this is one of those you-had-to-be-there things, but it made my night/week/month.

Dave found Burger King potato chips at a truck stop. Their flavor? Flame-broiled. Yes, really. Additionally, Dave has a spider-sense for Burger Kings – he can always tell when one is around. It’s just because he loves Whoppers so much. Naturally, I wanted to call his sixth-sense for this “Whopdar” but then I realized how bad that sounds. I am the worst.

We watched True Lies a few nights ago. Remember that part where the head terrorist guy is riding on the F16 and Schwarzenegger puts the brakes on so he flies backwards and hits his nuts on the jet’s tail? Somebody should’ve won an Oscar for that.

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