Everybody get dangerous, everybody get dangerous (booyah).

Okay, first off: Allentown, Pennsylvania, is a pretty dead city once the sun goes down. Our bus call tonight is 5 a.m. but unlike Sauget, Illinois, there are no strip clubs (or Mack Marakats) to keep me entertained until we hit the road. So here we sit on the bus -- me, Shawn and Justin from the Matches, their merch girl Monaca, Erica from Keep A Breast and Seth, the guitarist from the Rocket Summer -- jamming the new Weezer record at an absurdly loud volume. If you're in Allentown and reading this before 5 a.m., come on over and listen with us! But we won't let you on the bus unless you bring Wendy's.

Anyway.

We played Crocodile Rock tonight, and it was an... interesting venue, to say the least. Not my favorite of the tour by any means, but it had its charm. For example, when someone would take a shower upstairs, it would drip down the walls below -- onto the AP table, and more importantly, me. Alas, if only All Time Low sold umbrellas instead of just singing about them... (Dudes! That is a great merch idea! Cut me in on that!)

I've officially decided to nickname Allentown's crowd "Screamy McScreamerson." Good lord, you people howled at every last stage movement, light flicker and sweat drip (of which there were plenty). Forever The Sickest Kids and All Time Low were treated as how I imagine Elvis and the Beatles were 40-50 years ago, only with less hoop skirts and more cleavage-baring tops. (Seriously, girls, put those things away and just enjoy the show.) Even I got some fan adoration from a few people, including an awesome girl who brought me home-baked snickerdoodles, as well as thoughts of Arizona fruit punch (which proved to be a tough get -- I told you people it's harder to find than you think). But even though my throat remained parched, my stomach was filled by an awesome kid who randomly bought me a hot dog when he saw me rubbing my belly. Dude, I don't know who you are, but you are the best person in the whole world as of right now.

The tour is winding down; tomorrow in Pittsburgh, even though it's only the second-to-last show, is sort of everyone's last hurrah together as many of the bands have to leave immediately after the Cleveland show. Expect some big brodowns in PGH tomorrow; I personally plan on dragging as many people to Primanti Bros. as possible to give 'em a good meal. See you there!