Wednesday night, oh what a night. How beautiful it was to be in the presence of such musically artful humans, that know how to craftily devour my broken heart and tug at all the aching heartstrings. The way Ben Gibbard continued singing so passionately, despite being drenched in sweat from the humidity of the night. The way he would frequently flip his hair and you'd see beads of sweat fly mercilessly across the stage. The way he conversed about his dislike over airline food, as an attempt to stall us whilst the crew fixed some technical glitches. The way he bobbed from side to side, ready to let his inner geek emerge. It was amazing, and saying how amazing it was, is still an understatement.
