Me and Mraz, back in January 2003.
I think that was the night that we rode home with strangers in a truck (the subway was closed, it was freezing, and there were 3 of us - totally safe, right?). They were country boys, which was an unusual sight in suburban DC. I also think there were comments the next day on message boards about the girl who stood in line outside with her ear pressed to the glass during the show. That would've been me.
In any case, Mraz is back, after too long of an absence.
What's been happening these last six weeks or so? I keep saying nothing, because nothing is new, but I do have a few tidbits to share. R...
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