Fact: John Flansburgh's glasses stop the aging process
TMBG concert last night. So good. All of yesterday was good. I spent pretty much the whole day hanging out with Kathy (the wonderful opaleye_dragon) and her awesome friends. Now that I think about it, though, it had to be the longest day EVAR: going to bed last night, I thought to myself, "Oh hey, remember when you were in Philosophy class this morning and then you got picked up by a livejournal friend and drove for hours and then went all over Connecticut and then saw They Might Be Giants and then hung around after the show and had the weirdest experience of your life and now you're at your friend's house for the first time in two years?" Very busy but very fun. And that's right, we hung around the doors after the show and got some autographs from poor, tired band members, but of course Linnell was totally MIA. It was the most befuddling thing ever. And there was a drunk guy outside of Toad's who was, as my friend aptly described, a dick, and this craaaazy janitor guy who had to sweep the street and the whole thing was surreal and lolzy and I felt a little bad for, say, stopping a yawning Danny Weinkauf and asking him to sign something, but I will get into all of that later.
I remember a lot of details about the concert that I want to get down, but it's going to take a lot of time that I don't have right now. The result will probably be more straightforward than my entry on the Cleveland show but will still undoubtedly take full advantage of every capslock opportunity imaginable, FOR MY WORDS ARE NOTHING IF NOT EMPHASIZED BY CAPSLOCK. Like for instance when I write about the glory of John Linnell's biceps. SMALL LETTERS WILL IMPLODE WHEN CONFRONTED WITH THE AWESOMENESS.
Kathy, did you get home safely? I'm sorry about all the driving you had to do yesterday and that you got home so late. Let me know how you're doing.
It's raining in Stratford right now. It's always raining when I'm here for Long Weekend. But that doesn't really matter, though, because at least I am here for Long Weekend.
I remember a lot of details about the concert that I want to get down, but it's going to take a lot of time that I don't have right now. The result will probably be more straightforward than my entry on the Cleveland show but will still undoubtedly take full advantage of every capslock opportunity imaginable, FOR MY WORDS ARE NOTHING IF NOT EMPHASIZED BY CAPSLOCK. Like for instance when I write about the glory of John Linnell's biceps. SMALL LETTERS WILL IMPLODE WHEN CONFRONTED WITH THE AWESOMENESS.
Kathy, did you get home safely? I'm sorry about all the driving you had to do yesterday and that you got home so late. Let me know how you're doing.
It's raining in Stratford right now. It's always raining when I'm here for Long Weekend. But that doesn't really matter, though, because at least I am here for Long Weekend.