Why is it that I never have anything interesting to do on this effing island, and the one night someone offers me something fun to do, someone else offers me something even more fun? Like..why couldn't Dave and N. and J. manage to play on two DIFFERENT nights of the week?
In any case, I'm heading to Savannah to see the boys play at an open mic night--and probably meet N.'s new girlfriend. I will be nice, don't you worry. He's been sweet as pie to me the past week, held me up at work when I wanted to bash my head against a wall, and I know it will mean a lot to them if I trek my ass all the way to the foul-smelling river city to watch them play a few songs.
That's love, man. They better at least buy me a drink. Free pour, y'know.
In other news, Sin City countdown=3 effing days.
All of you should listen to PJ Harvey's new disc. for reals.
In any case, I'm heading to Savannah to see the boys play at an open mic night--and probably meet N.'s new girlfriend. I will be nice, don't you worry. He's been sweet as pie to me the past week, held me up at work when I wanted to bash my head against a wall, and I know it will mean a lot to them if I trek my ass all the way to the foul-smelling river city to watch them play a few songs.
That's love, man. They better at least buy me a drink. Free pour, y'know.
In other news, Sin City countdown=3 effing days.
All of you should listen to PJ Harvey's new disc. for reals.
and you can't make me listen to the new PJ Harvey