it’s hard to know where to start when explaining a night that totally blows your mind in so many ways it’s nearly incomprehensible. so for once, we’ll do things nearly logically in some sort of chronological order.

of course, i got lost on my way to lee’s for the pre-show westernerd hootenanny. as i was meandering around 5th street looking for 5th avenue (and if you think there’s any rhyme or reason to the naming convention of MPLS streets, you’d be wrong, dead wrong). but, of course, FFJ called at just the exact right time and FFJ’s hubby (who she so cutely calls her hubbin and who will henceforth be known in these parts as FFJH) talked me in. he’s the best (and you’ll find out more about his bestness in subsequent posts).

so i walked into the fake-wood paneled, outdoor-muraled lee’s cowering behind my big, scared eyes, sure that nobody would know who i was. i mean, these are people who don’t know me at all. just as a random name (and i use my real name, jodi, thankfully) on a message board. thankfully i walked in a guy turned to me and said, “you’re jodi right?” yes!

then he said, “don’t put me in your blog.” (sorry nice guy who shall remain nameless as to protect your identity, i didn’t sign a contract)

wha? my blog? huh?

then we had a nice conversation about iwilldare.com. he told me he read it all the time because of a link from brad zellar. and then he went on to tell me how he really liked what i wrote about the quest show and how he even sent a snippet of it to billy dankert. at that point my night was pretty much made and i could have gone home, but you know, there was a paul westerberg show to see.

i got to talk to a buncha the westernerds and that rocked the casbah. rocked it hard. but i didn’t have much time because well, i had to get to the show.