Band Night!

Angela and I went out to see a band, Monte and the All Stars. Eh, didn't care much for the music itself and their theatrics (they seemed very distracted, like talking to each other between lyrics, etc). It's all about fun, sure, but geeeeesh. I would give them another go, though.

The opening band, Barbies Dead, was really good. I loved the music, the energy, and one of the singer's pants falling. Well, almost. He did have a really tightened belt, with his CK undies showing, teeee heeee. I loved his passion! Like he was making out with the microphone, yeah baby!

Of course, there's always a distraction...There was this retarded mo-fo to my left with a goofy smile on his face, mouth half open, clapping to EVERY SINGLE FECKING SONG. How annoying is that? If I ever drink that much, and act like a moron, please take me home. Just take me home, and pretend you don't know me.