tuesday

oh.
my.
god.
I just saw sleater-kinney for the i-don't-know-how-many-ith time and it was orgasmic.
I said i wasn't going to go 'cause of the whole pearl jam thing, something they didn't seem too thrilled about either but they are the greatest band IN THE WORLD and can therefore do what ever the fuck they want.
We left after they played everyone looked at us like we were insane but we were like 'fuck pearl jam'. so we went to the greatest bar around and Melissa was impressed.
Melissa was my sophomore year American History professor. How fucking surreal is that? Years ago I was in her class taking mad notes ('cause she's hard fucking core) and busting my ass to make the grades and tonight we went to see sleater-kinney and then went out for drinks. And I am her protege
Ah. Good times.
I am a happy Tuesday indeed. There is no happier Tuesday than Tuesday at the SK show.
I won't sleep for days now. I'm too hyped.
I'm going to go dance around my apartment for a while and wait for my boyfriend to get home.
Then I'm going to, um...
do something else.
Good night my loves.

p.s. yes, as a matter of fact, I am drunk.