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I was going to talk about how excited I am for The Great Cover Up this year and how it’s a testament to the local music of CU and it’s heyday in the early ’90s. But then I read Mike Ingram’s column (which you can also read in the music section) and figured that everything memorable about past years and everything to look forward to for this year’s Cover Up was generously covered in the CU Sound Revue ... except how amazing it would be if the Mike Ingram Band were to cover DMB for their set on Sunday (post Everyday, of course).

Then I was going to complain about my four hour trip to Iowa on Tuesday and being reminded of how zero degrees Fahrenheit feels against your face. But then our car broke down at the Santa show so I had to plan on camping out at the venue in Iowa City all night with too much pizza and too little Internet.

But then we got the car started, and drove to a friend’s to spend the night. We got up early in the morning for another four hour drive back home. We got on the highway, lost control of our van on a patch of ice, causing our trailer to break off the hitch and tumble into the ditch to the side of Highway 80.

So then I was probably going to discuss near-death experiences and hypothetical situations like “what if the trailer didn’t break off and dragged us into the semi-truck to our left and we all tragically died?”

But that didn’t happen, we’re still alive, still in Iowa and still without our trailer and equipment.

The upside? I had the best snicker doodle cookie of my life at the University of Iowa, I got to see the largest truck stop in the world on the way here, I now get to consider Green Street’s shortcomings compared to the envious campus pedestrian mall of Iowa City, and I even get to share deodorant with my bassist until we figure out how to get ourselves and our equipment back to CU before my meeting at 3 p.m. today.

And that is why I love CU. There’s no place like home.