Well, I was supposed to go to this with Hayden, but seeing as she was feeling a "little under the weather" I decided that I'd let her off the hook and go by myself. Plus, I didn't really feel like cleaning the vomit off my sandals when I got home. I got there in time for Five For Fighting, who were really awesome. The lead singer is also the piano/acoustic guitar player. He's really interesting - acts weird on stage and gets into his music. I like that kind of thing. He's an emotional emotional musician. And has got some great stories to tell. Anyway, here's why I'm awesome: 1. I didn't pay for parking. I wasn't staying long and the parking fee was 8 dollars. That didn't sound like such a good deal, so I parked behind the Sunoco station across the street. Suckers. 2. I didn't pay admission. When I got there I sort of cased the joint looking for some sort of secret way in. See, I had missed the whole day (minus two acts) and wasn't about to pay the 10 dollar non-member fee to see an hour and half of music. Finally I came across a gate that was wired shut. I peered through and didn't see any official-looking people, so I made my move. I undid the ties and squeeked through and quickly retied the wire before many people noticed. Only the people next to the gate really looked at me, and I gave them the fingers to the lips "we're in this together" look and they gave me the thumbs-up "A-OK". And here's why I suck: 1. I got ticketed 20 bucks for the illegal park job (much steeper than had I just parked legally). 2. I got lost, like I always do on the way home, and accidentally found myself going over the Ben Franklin Bridge (like I've done many times before - just ask Reb). For those of you who know, it's free to go onto Jersey, but they charge you 3 dollars to get out. So, what I thought was a scot-free event ended up costing me 23 dollars and my awesomeness. Here's the pictures

Here's some suckers who paid to get in.	He got all into "Superman" and stood up at his piano bench.	When he wasn't playing piano or guitar, he got up and danced around while he sang.	He's got no shoes on!
	This was this beautiful song about divorce through the eyes of a child.	Rocking out on the guitar.
Thank you Philadelphia!	Nanci Griffith played last. She was alright - an old Bush hating leftist hippie.