Saturday night included getting very trashed on Bacardi 151, and going with blue-haired Craig to Shattered where they played Get Into the Groove, Rhythm Nation, and Wave of Mutilation. Could retro night get any gayer?
‘Mos were out in full force. OMG. They are taking over. There are no breeders left. This saddens me.
The rest of the weekend was a lethargic blur of 20+ mile bike rides, countless hours of practicing, notecard making, studying, and tamale rolling with lesbians from work, who, by the way, rock my frickin' face off.
More than once, I was reminded that I was the MAN-ual labor. Out of control.