Farewell, Drum Pedal...

I left my drum pedal in Columbus, Ohio. It's really sad, because by the time its absence was noticed, we were VERY much in Chicago. I hope UPS pulls through for us. A very nice bartender from the place we played, Cafe Bourbon Street, is putting it in a beer box for me and addressing it. When it gets here, it will have spent more time in Columbus than we did....

Columbus was lovely, if very quick. We played our set and then had to drive immediately back to Ian's family's house in Chicago for another Chicago-based stretch. We were thrilled to see (and play for) new friends from Camp Trans and before (and beyond), and to experience about five minutes worth of the city, mostly consisting of delightful and flavorful for-the-road pizza. generally, the way to our hearts.