I'm a big believer in never going home again. Those magical times when everything just falls into place are just so hard to recreate that usually, I stay away from even trying.

So you can imagine my concern when we decided it was finally time to go back to The Mint. I mean, this the place I used to call my soulmate bar! The scene of so many, many crimes of musical passion. Don't you remember when we used to go, like, every weekend? When "Country Roads" was practically my nickname? When the KJ once chastised us for being "late," and my east coast friends started to fear for my sanity? When I was the kind of person who would leave Bryan lying on the curb to see Heather sing "Heartbreaker"?

Well, it had been a whole 7 1/2 months since our last visit to the infamous stage, and on Saturday night, we made our return. I was nervous and it did feel weird -- until beer #3 and "Because the Night" were behind me. Then, it was pretty damn fun. And while we all agreed that Saturday wasn't the best Mint night ever, it was a solid evening and I'm just so relieved to learn that sometimes, things can be just how you remember. With the exception of some new Dave Matthews numbers in the songbook.

Plus, Mike sang Whitesnake, and that was really cool.