What's shaken' in Macon?

Me - in my boots. I think I peed a little in my pants within the first ten minutes of walking around the desolate, ghost-town that is Macon, Georgia. The city's official website claims that it is "The heart of Georgia and the historical crossroads of the south." I beg to differ...and to leave. We have, however, learned to love the commercial comforts of the strip malls our hotel is nestled in. I have amended my personal add on Eharmony.com to read: Enjoys - trips to Eckerd, Kmart and the Laundromat. Ideal date - A romantic, sunset stroll along the highway and then retiring to a hotel room to bitch about the internet not working and wonder what the fuck that smell is. Despite the accommodations, the shows are getting better and better. We played Symphony Hall in Atlanta on Friday to a packed house of almost two thousand kids. Tomorrow we play Macon and then head to Alabama... Hope you are all well.

Our tiny, little Sarah next to our tiny, little set in the expanse that is Atlanta's Symphony Hall. Click on the photo to see it full-sized in another window...