I’m currently doing my favorite work activity, which as you know, is sitting at a trade show. Moments ago, a charming and friendly fella from NC walked up to me and asked if I have a Lucero patch on my backpack (I do). He said he saw me checking into the hotel last night and wanted to take a picture but thought that might be creepy. Once he mentioned it, I definitely remember him standing behind me and recall a sort of strange/familiar eye contact thingy when I left the desk. I thought he’d been eavesdropping on my convo with the clerk about London, but now I know I can blame it on Lucero. We just stood here and talked about the band and songs and shows for 15 minutes.