July 18

This isn’t a ‘tweet’ but it might read that way. We’re in Fargo and in a bar downtown called the Old Broadway. We’re at least half a decade older than any one here. We feel old. There is a bachelorette party going on and lady screaming every now and then. We let our hair down and I’ve joined in their calls of the wild. We hope to meet up with a few couch surfers. It is loud and we are out of place and younger hipper people keep taking our seats. It is fun.