Combo! Combo! Combo!

Combo!

So, one of my most favoritest bands ever is finally coming out here to the Eastern Seaboard, and I'm psyched. I'm driving down to Raleigh on Thursday after work to go hang out with Amber and then see the show there on Friday night.

Then on Saturday morning I'm hopping back in the car and driving back to DC to see the show here (yay!) on Saturday night. Or I guess I should actually point out that the show is here and not just anywhere random in the DC metro. I will be there. Not literally with bells on, but I'll be there.

And then Sunday, if I'm up for it, I may drive up to Lancaster, PA to see them there. I'm undecided on that. I used to see them about three times a year before I moved out here, so if I saw them three times this weekend that would get my average for the year, but it wouldn't catch me up for the two years in between.

So, any of you fair readers who are in the DC metro, go to the show on Saturday. Tell your friends. Have them tell their friends. (Yes, I can hear you now. "Polka? Are you insane?" The answer is no, but you really have to hear them to believe me. They've won multiple Grammy awards)

So anyway, Combo! Combo! Combo! Combo! Combo!

Is that unsubtle enough for you?

Oh, special added bonus for you DC folks ... I may decide to sing with the band. I've done it before and been invited to join them any time. Miss the show and you'll miss it.

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