Someone emailed me to warn me that the Marshmallow Peeps Fun Bus was going to be in Rochester the same day we were. Peeps are those little stale Easter marshmallow birds with lopsided dots for eyes that blow up when you put them in your microwave. They don’t taste very good, but they’re cute. Somehow Peeps Inc. turned out to be Guster fans and were happy to send 42 cases of Peeps to our show last night.
42 cases, 24 boxes per case, 12 Peeps per box. Let me do a little math. Search hard drive. “Calculator.” There we go. 12,096 Peeps at the show. We held a Peep-eating contest on stage while modulating the guitar lick from Happy Frappy a half step each go-around. Someone won a t-shirt. We debuted “Come Downstairs & Say Hello,” and then the show was over.
See you in Boston on Tuesday. Gulp.
