Seriously, guys. S-R-S-L-Y.

Okay, when you've spent too much time trying not to talk about inappropriate things because you're 3 feet away from Alex Suarez and The Cab has been sitting at the tables next to you for an hour, making eye contact and desperate apologies for their drunken friend, it's time to admit that something has gone horribly sideways in your life. It just has.

Which is to say that somehow Sunday's Middle East adventures were possibly more awesome than Saturday's Trackside Teen Center. For one, the snack bar was a SERIOUS UPGRADE.

( Harvard Square = Bermuda Triangle. I'm magnetically DRAWN to it and one day you're never going to hear from me again and in 200 years they'll find my body in a garage there, I swear. )

Also, I think I really can't emphasize enough how awesome quettaser is. She said while we were in line at a later point, "Well, if I'm going to four Cobra shows in one weekend, everyone is going to four Cobra shows in one weekend." Which was hilarious, but so great! She really did an amazing job of organizing tickets and who needed to be where, and really just saved the weekend for those of us who hadn't lucked out in the ticket department. ♥