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Yesterday I ended up going to Music Midtown with my good friend Alison and her cousin. I had a good time. Chris Robinson and The New Earth Mud were suprisingly good; I expected them to be a hippy jam band tyoe thing, and they were to an extent, but most of it was very bluesy. I can listent o a good blues guitarist for hours. I also ended up seeing The Doors Of The 21st Century because I felt obligated to hang out with Ali since she brought me for free. They were pretty cool and fun to watch, but all in all they were just the best Doors cover band you could ever hope to see, Robby Krieger and Ray Manzerek nonwithstanding. The singer looked, dressed, and sang like Jim Morrison. And they played a lot of cool songs; I was afraid they would just play the hits, but they didn't. It was pretty funny when security at the edge of the stage beefed up during "Five to One," like all the tie died 15 year olds and aging hippies trying to relive their youths , and stoned frat boys were really going to start a riot. I think if you were to see The revised Doors in a club, bar, or small hall it would be really fun, but in an outdoor venue it wasn't as good. I ended up leaving early to go see Foo Fighters because I was getting a bit bored. And Foo Fighters, as usual, were awesome. And they played Everlong, which always gives me this great nostolgic feeling for no reason. Thats probably one of my favorite songs ever, and has been since I first saw them when I was fourteen. Damn, that makes me feel old.

We parked at the State dorms andwalked to the festival. On the way back, god decided to unleash the deluge upon us. I walked into Pierce's birthday party in the dorms soaked from head to toe. Luckily, I brought a change of clothes.

Somehow, Jay pulled off a Jello wrestling match in the dorms. There was a big inflatable kiddy pool filled with jello taking up most of his living room. While watching the girls wrestle, all I could think was "damn, this is hot." I'm not sure when it happened, but somewhere in the last two years I became a stereotypical guy. Ah well. This girl that my friend Kellen brought up from Southern started flirting with me, and so I started hitting on her, I was doing pretty well, and then, as usual in the dorms, the cops busted the party up. We all moved to a different building, but on the way I got this weird feeling that I was beer goggling really badly. A little bit later the people I was with decided to leave, so i decided to abort the mission on the basis of possible regrets in the morning. Unfortunately, after asking everyone else, I determined that she really was pretty cute. The worst thing about it was that she apparently is one of the backups for the current Real World that is being shot. it would have been pretty sweet to be able to see ehr on TV and say "Ha! I got with that girl a while back!" Ah well. So it goes.

We all went to Waffle House to try and sober up some for the trip home. At the Waho, Ronnie tried to start shit with this crackhead with no teeth. It was pretty funny, in the middle he reached a moment of clarity and said "What the fuck am I doing? I must be drunker than I thought! I'm gonna get shot one of these days!" And then, upon spotting a cute girl across the restaurant, I convinced him to hold up a sign that said "Hey Bitch Come Over Here!" Good times.

My parents came down today and I had dinner with them. Apparently, my sister has discovered that a good way to get revenge on me for years of harassment is to tell my mother about the parties that I bring her to. Recently, she told my mother about last week's Pimps and Hoes party, including my costume and the fact that I almost got in two fights. Luckily, this kind of sociopathic drunken behavior runs in the family, so my Mom just said "Well that sounds familiar" as my Dad gave a knowing laugh.

But, on the bright side, my Dad told me I could keep the cowboy boots I borrowed from him. Rock.

Anyway, since I didn't do any work this weekend, I now have a pile of papers to write for tomorrow. Yeehaw.