Fortunately, Insanity Prevailed.

In January 2004, Scottish rockers, Travis, came to Las Vegas to play a show. In eager anticipation, Scott, Emily, & I rented a car with unlimited miles for 24 hours. We drove down for the show, got a few hours sleep, and drove back in time for class the next day. In that short time, we crashed their sound check, met and were photographed with the lead singer, Fran, almost accidentally ate at a gay-themed restaurant, and enjoyed one of the preeminent musical evenings of my adulthood.

In July 2007, following the release of "The Boy With No Name, " Travis is coming once more to the states. Turns out that their tour overlaps with both my family vacation and when my mother, sister and I are supposed to be moving. Since time will be tight, Scott and I are going to fly this time (to Texas as I alluded earlier) and it looks like I'll be beating my record. If things go according to plan, I'll be out of Salt Lake for less than 22 hours. That's ridiculous.

What is even more ridiculous is that I have no worries about whether or not it will be worth it. Thanks Travis. Here's to another great show.