We watched the seagulls glide, we saw the weather change

So, bethe and I braved the winter weather to see Laura Cantrell at the Tin Angel. We both took public transportation into Philadelphia, and got to the venue in plenty of time. The opener was Some Lame Local Guy and His Crappy Band. No, that wasn't their actual name, but it might as well have been. None of their songs were any good, and the singer made a lot of pointless Philly references and lame jokes, including one about drunk driving that didn't make any sense (the joke, I mean, although drunk driving also doesn't make any sense). Finally, though, Laura came on stage, accompanied with a mandolin player and another guy who switched between regular and steel guitar. Laura was quite friendly, and explained the origins of most of her songs, revealing herself to be a veritable fount of knowledge on country music.

Here's what she played, as far as I can remember:
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So, yeah, it was a fun show, and it's always cool to see a favorite artist live for the first time. I had brought the liner from When the Roses Bloom Again, in hopes that she might be signing stuff after the show, but such did not seem to be the case. There was another concert after hers, and Beth and I had to catch our transportation back to our respective homes anyway. Annoyingly enough, the snow was blowing into our faces on our way to AND from the Tin Angel.

They're saying the snow should last into early tomorrow afternoon. I wonder if I'll have work. Regardless, at least the snow is easily removed, so I probably won't have much trouble digging out my car.

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Okay, I think it's about time to go to bed.