lafortune ballroom. friday. november 22, 2024. 8pm.

with our friend/alaskan dj/notre dame alumi/temporary manager and engineer tim crammed into the back of the green van, we left chicago at exactly 4pm on friday. dodging snow storms, rush hour traffic, and the toxic atmosphere of gary, indiana, we rolled into the land that does not observe daylight savings (and where pi is legally equal to 3.14!) at 6:30 eastern time. after our last "road trip" we hardly felt the drive at all, and under a thick vale of south bend's distinctly bread-y ethanol-smelling atmosphere, we loaded in and passed out these great fliers travis made to people we met. a guy named rob (who was on an intramural basketball team called "the alex p. keaton express!") set up the show and bought pizza for us (which chris ate through the whole show) and really made us feel great. the "vigilante" sound people were awesome as well really made a room with more reverb than the vatican sound great. one of the sound people, treash, had this decibel meter that was unquestionable the most fun toy ever. we clocked in at 119 during the loud part of broken typewriter (just softer than an airplane engine) and that was all the way back at the board. the set was recorded by tim using joe alonso's stuff (how does that kid find his way into every write up?) so check out some highlights (musical and otherwise). thanks to the chrystyna, and all the rad psychology grad students who came to see us and then took us home and gave us beer, cheesecake, and blankets(blankets which chris stole from robert leaving him shivering and alone). thanks again to dan, treash, peggy and rob and all of the people on the student union board who brought us in not to mention those who listened and danced. the next day, we did visit the famous "touchdown jesus"... but not before a little late night madness...