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Merriweather Post Pavilion is in the middle of nowhere. It's cool, geese hang out.
All Time Low:
Mathcbook Romance:
Damone:
The Fixx:
Joan Jett:
Coheed And Cambria:
...behind the head...
...with the teeth.
HIM:
Whatever. They suck. A lot.
AFI:
<3
<3
The Strokes:
Yesss.
Dashboard Confessional:
I'd have more pictures of Dashboard, but my battery died and we left halfway through the set.
Dang.
The ones that are really grainy and seemingly unfocused are such a way due to the fact that we were in the second row of the seats behind the floor, so they were super-zoomed.
Dunya and I always end up at the park.
Uh. ?.
Switch to Regal, different outfit, and air guitar off of steps.
The old stomping grounds.
We chill.
Mmm.
Back at the house, my neice partied too much and passed out. El oh el.
So I stole her sunglasses and ate some chocolate. Double el oh el.
Italian ice with my dad's friend's daughter and Dunya after dinner.
Ditch the kid and hang out on bleachers.
Sweet.
I got Taking Back Sunday tickets for July 7th.
I'm planning on not being in the very back of the crowd this time.
= Good pictures of Adam's gorgeous grill.