This weekend we went to Little Rock to see one of my favorite bands, Blind Pilot, play. We had originally bought tickets to see them in Dallas, but Charlie's schedule in San Fran overlapped and we had to miss it. He suggested a road trip to Arkansas since it would be the next closest city they would be playing at. The concert was fantastic, but I don't think we will ever be returning to Arkansas. Charlie and I felt like we stuck out like a sore thumb, and even downtown Little Rock felt like a small country town. Luckily, because it was so small we were able to meet both bands and get their autographs while they were hanging out in a bar. That definitely would not have happened in Dallas.
Their tour bus parked outside
Blind Pilot and Dan Mangan on stage to sing their final song.
In our hotel room before we left