Lucky Dave Shettler joined Singing Get Up Kid for one song, and I was totally envious because I wanted to sing my "Oh Amy baby" version of "Don't Hate Me." But who am I besides a nerdy Get Up Kids groupie? So instead, Ariana and I danced around with giddy grins, thinking that the whole thing was more fun than a barrel of Nutella.

Jimmy Eat World took the stage next, but by that time I was tired and ready to go home after all that dancing. We got ready to leave right after Jimmy played (I was going to make an acronym, but it somehow seemed improper) because we wanted to get home before the roads worsened. On the way out of the skate shop, we saw Nike-Cap Get Up Kid smoking a cigarette near the door. I accosted him, mentioning that the show was a rocker (okay, so it wasn't that exact phrase, but you get the idea). Ariana joined us and smoothly mentioned that she, too, was from Missouri. I think she bonded. Small talk ensued before we took off for the car, clutching our new records and our new memories. On the way back, nobody worried about us sliding off the road.