That was a fun weekend. My fingers are crying. Were they to actually be vocal, they would say to me “Why would you do this to us? Why would you switch from an electric guitar with its soft and loose strings to an acoustic with its taut unforgiving strings?! What have you done? [Soft sobbing]” I would then tell them to shut up. It is time to get back in gear here. I have been babying my fingers on weak strings for far too long, and it is time to rock out painfully at first on the cumbersome acoustics. It’s okay, though, because they sound so purdy. At any rate, I played what could mistakenly be construed as too much guitar at Bradley this weekend whilst visiting Allison. I learned a new song, which was good, especially since it was a song that I happen to like a lot. We didn’t get to play DDR due to strangers (of course you can’t just play DDR in front of strangers, that’s wierd!) and Allison’s temporarily bum leg, but that’s ok. It just gives her more time to train for when she visits Augustana and we do get to play. Allison: I challenge you to beat me at any song on any difficulty. Do it, I dare you.