A weekend with The Maine

Hello everyone,
as we all know, I'm fairly emo. I get v. emosh about many things, from dogs to books to bands. One thing in particular that's made me emo since my early teens is a band (or Arizona Emo Group if you prefer) by the name of The Maine. I haven't seen this band live since 2010 so you can imagine that the emo scale did increase by 8123 (get it?). I had the absolute time of my life these past few days and so I wanted to write about it, so I can always remember and relive it.
The story starts in Birmingham, which is the place I first saw them live in (when I was smaller and less emo, but only slightly). As it always does, it rained from the moment I stepped out of the coach station and to the moment I got in my front door. What's interesting, and by interesting I mean HELLA EMO about this tour is that The Maine are on tour with Mayday Parade and that's the same tour (though it was co headlining the first time) I saw them on in 2010. It was as though the emo circle pit came rushing at full force.