mrsmead

Music: B.B. King and Slayer
Head: Vicodin and Tweed
Body: Torn and Bruised

Well, it's Sunday again.
A sunglasses indoors, vocodin for breakfast, goddamn I want to go to the beach kind of Sunday.

I have a bottle of tequila that's eyeing me intently. I wish it wouldn't do that.

Last night was as follows:
I met LastSerenade briefly at work (I'd seen him around but hadn't recognized him.) but missed him at the show. Gonzales (the last band before Baroness) closed their set with a cover of Blondie's Call Me to the tune of Sabbath's Children of Tomorrow. The only word is Awesome.
I got my boss to let me out 15 mins early, but got stuck outside the show for almost an hour due to fire code. I think it was so crowded 'cos they were showing skate videos and raffling stuff, including a wicked Kylesa deck, which Summer won and gave to the bar

The show was great, and the pit and the rockin' have left me pretty torn up. There was weird, subtle drama at the after-party, but it was pretty fun, too.
I walked home.

I'm gonna go to the beach, get Mexican food, then go shoot pool. Isn't that what Sundays are for.