Best part about getting new merch? Less room for my fat butt in the van. Hello, vinyl!
Bathroom wall art. One of my weaknesses. #stopslutshaming
Remember that time at the show when all the other ladies were dressed like punk pinup girls and I was looking all Taylor swift-y and felt like they wished I was part of the Nashville that was burnin'? Good times.
Song reference--get it?
Also I think the fact that my selfie clearly is tarnished by my square still plugged into my phone counts as a major #merchgirlprob
Southgate House. Such a beautiful venue.
Sometimes we stay with people who I think may steal my fillings and sell them for meth. Sometimes we stay with people who have tanning beds next to the bar in their basement. I like staying with these people better.
This is what I like to call "why it's best not to have mimosas for breakfast and wine for lunch"
This evil thing, reincarnated.
Tootles. Always a good time.
Post-show photo shoot.
"The Fall" featuring Aaron on the merch rack.
I'll pretend like this was all the donut that I ate.
Stages are for rocking and for napping upon.
Ditto.
I don't know what I love more, Tootles or red lipstick and my jack daniels shirt.
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