After days of wearing the same clothes, sleeping and waking in those same clothes, and sharing hotel rooms with five people at least we can take comfort in knowing that we're all the same amount of gross. It really doesn't matter. We're having a good time. Andrew and Dane both brought their guitars so it's been nice having those around. Last night around sunset, there was a gang of us hanging out on the balcony. Alex played. Jared kept yelling about who knows what. We were all supposed to be getting ready to go to a show nearby. We thought it was a jazz show in San Sebastian. Turned out it was an Alpha Blondy show in Bayonne, which, is not even close to being the same kinda thing. Raging.