We pulled into Fargo not expecting much. Bang Camaro had never played anywhere near that town, so we figured no one knew who we were. I only have about 2 minutes to write this blog, so let me quickly cover some events:

1) Awesome opening band. (International Conspiracy or something like that? I'll have to check that name.)
2) 6'5" guy that not only could drink 2 beers quicker than I could drink one, but he wants to invite us back to shoot guns with him.
3) People rocked the fuck out to us.
4) Afterparty
5) Cassandra's Keys.

OK, that's all the time I have! I have to run out of the hotel room and check out before the Super8 police kick my ass.