Kansas City, MO
We pulled into a strip mall. The candy coatings had broken apart, and the liquified peanut butter centers were leaking into the bag. The asphalt smelled awful. We hated everything. Would we even be able to make it through another show? We were on the verge of strangling each other.
But for the following reasons, we had a good night:
3.Really nice staff
4.A real photo booth
5.A modestly sized but very receptive audience
6.Great sound guy
The venue was called the Record Bar.