Jesus, my head. So we won a San Diego Music Award last night, which, despite all of my cynical comments to the contrary, feels kind of good. Best local recording, which is made sweeter by the fact that we literally mixed part of the record at Staples on the way to mastering.

We heard our name from the parking lot as we were arriving, and had to run past security like we were breaking in to accept the award. We were then ushered off the stage for a photo (which we will never see) and an interview which basically went like this:

"What does best local recording mean?"
"It means that our record sounds nice."
"Great talking with you guys!"
"Thanks."

Then we went to the after party, where we partied. After. That guy with the gigantic head from Louis XIV was there. Then we went home. The end.