After some extensive research on fried chicken, Mike and I got some southern food at a restaurant called Dooky Chase’s. Don’t let the name fool you; it was the best southern food I’ve ever had. As Mike would say: amazeballs. When we got back to the house we had to make a quick decision. We had a gig to play that night and Jordan’s guitar was broken. I did some research online again to hopefully diagnose the problem. We ended up driving out to a Guitar Center to have their tech fix the bridge on Jordan’s guitar and we bought another guitar as a backup just in case. It was a cheap Yamaha guitar. Later that night we played a show for an empty bar at Café’ Istanbul. Nonetheless, we had a great time. Thankfully the repairs on Jordan’s guitar held up and it no longer broke strings.