Last night was the most fun I've had in a while. Some people in town were having a benefit concert for the Door of Faith orphanage in Mexico. I realized it was the orphanage that we used to go to when I was younger, and we'd go spend the day, bring stuff that they needed, and play with the kids. They function solely off of donations because they don't get any financial support from the government, so it was cool to have a tie to this cause. Also, great music. So I was really excited.

I got my roommate Amy to go with me and she really ended up loving Preston Pugmire. I forgot how talented that guy is - we decided he is a performer and not just a musician.
Then West Memphis came out and Preston Pugmire, Garrett Sherwood, Ryan Hayes, and Jon Peter Lewis all sang and it was a freakin party. I've always enjoyed West Memphis and their groove.
Tandem was last and Amy and I just marveled at how well their voices blend together. They actually sound like angels. This is probably something we noticed because we like to sing together.

As I was watching, I was having a really good time but there was also this small part of my heart that hurt because I missed this. I miss all the shows featuring all my favorite people and  I miss playing music. It's nice to play with Chris and I am dying to play with him when he comes back in a few weeks, but we're not a part of the Rexburg music scene. Watching everyone on stage - it just seemed like life was so much fun, just all these friends out to have a good time.
It makes me want to change that next semester, to get out of the secret hallway where we always play and to play somewhere where people can actually hear us, to practice for a reason.

So of course, Amy and I were so excited to go home and sing and play ourselves, and we had pizza and geverything was great.