Well since my last correspondence, I have aged to the ripe number 30. I was given a surprise party courtesy of Shannon and my Mom which was pretty sweet, and it was nice to see there were actually people in this world that liked me enough to show up and eat free food. It was a true Thomas Crowne Affair to remember. As for being 30 nothing has changed yet, but I can feel the old bones a creaking although that could be the wood floors.
I got to go to the Be Your Own Pet show last Wednesday at the Magic Stick with Josh. It was a hell of a show, although a bit short. I think they played for about 40 minutes or so as the headliner, which was a little disappointing, but they had crazy energy on stage. The opening act was the Black Tongues who were pretty good themselves. I think they actually played longer too. Best of all, the Black Tongues even had their own collectible plate on sale. Something to go up there with your Hummel figurines. Their bassist also has gold teeth which I found amusing. He was also kicking a white-guy afro which is styling.
Aside from that its business as usual. Waiting anxiously for the Tiger's playoff run and that's about my excitement level. In lieu of another picture from the random Live Journal picture thing, here's a picture of Dale in his lion costume