Seriously though, it was a kickass show, in spite of the fact that the most difficult part if you wanted to buy a cute girl a drink was figuring out whether to buy her electric kool-aid, or just... well, kool-aid. "Sugarfree, please, her mom said she's not supposed to have sugar after nine o'clock on a school night." sanityescapesme capitalized by finding the one chick in the place that had, I shit you not, a tattoo on the small of her back written in Elvish script and getting the email address. WOW.
Best line of the night, however, came from my friend Lori, who had to leave early because she has an early class tomorrow: "okay, the crowd just went wild for 'crack rock', and these girls have BABY FAT showing under their belly shirts. I'm going home!"
... very, very, very disappointed in zeldappa, who no-showed, and jennbennett who didn't even RESPOND. Wtf's up with that? If nothing else, you guys need to come out to the King Missile show in March. KING MISSILE, yo! How can you resist?