Pennsylvania is a lovely place. One of the best things about it is that they are so very good at naming things. Instead of giving their towns useless names that tell you nothing about what they are, they label them clearly with names like Mechanicsburg (where you get your car fixed), Hollidaysburg (where you take your vacation) and, of course, Intercourse (which we will not elaborate on). Where were we going? State College. Can you guess what’s there? Can you? Can you?
Times up. In State College is Pennsylvania State University!
We were playing there at the Schwab Auditorium as part of the Central Pennsylvania Festival of the Arts. Of course, before we went to play we had to have something to eat. Both Chris and Trevor got the burger that came with pulled pork as a topping.
It’s hard to make out, but on that burger is pulled pork, deep fried onions and cheese, and instead of a bun it has two pieces of fried cheese toast! Mmmmmmmm delicious!
The burgers, however, proved to be almost completely immune to the powers of digestion and Chris and Trevor spent the show with barely enough space left inside their bodies to breathe. They struggled mightily but, troopers that they are, managed to complete the show without the use of a stomach pump.
Mike had the soup.