I did a bad, bad thing.

Did you know that even if Jack Barakat puts all his weight onto a bent trailer handle by standing and jumping on it, he doesn't have enough force to bend it back into place?

This is what I learned today, when I accidentally bent our trailer handle on the pavement while unloading and tried every possible way -- including boosting Jack up and having him jump on it -- to bend it back into place. After all my ideas failed, I went to Dad (aka Indy) and told him what I did, who then called our bus driver John (waking him up in the process), who then saved the day by fixing it. Of course by fixing it, he just broke the bent part of the handle off, but still, crisis averted!

Today was sort of a weird day for everyone, it seemed. We lost an hour driving from Milwaukee to Columbus, which caused everyone (at least on our bus) to get up later than usual, causing us to load in later than usual, causing us to just drag our feet seemingly everywhere. Plus the Rocket Summer's bus broke down en route and Forever The Sickest Kids were nowhere to be seen for most of the afternoon, so nerves were a bit taut. Eventually, everyone got to the Newport Music Hall, but we had to push doors back a half-hour to make sure everyone was accommodated accordingly. Thankfully the 1500(!) people lined up outside were incredibly patient and even more stoked to be there. The first girls in line had driven nearly seven hours from Indiana to be there, and what's even crazier is that they had been there since 7 a.m. -- meaning they left at midnight. Talk about dedication to the rock.

Even though it was "amateur hour" (according to Indy) before the show started, as soon as Forever The Sickest Kids came onstage, it was 100% on the rest of the night. I thought all five bands turned in some of the best sets of the tour thus far, and the audience was pumped from start to finish. The sing-along to "So Much Love" in the Rocket Summer's set tonight was huge; same with All Time Low's "Six Feet Under The Stars." Columbus, you got one hell of a set of pipes on you.

It's currently 4:31 a.m. and we're stopped at a gas station outside of Columbus on our way to Buffalo. Shawn and Sean Friday (of Sonny's band) played what I've heard was a sick game of two-on-two basketball a little over an hour ago with some random peeps in C-bus; I missed it as I was too busy getting Jimmy Johns with Alex from ATL. (Slim 5 for life, yo!) Now I'm getting ready to turn in before the sun comes up.

Tour rules so hard.