My drive home was rather uneventful, no near-death experiences fortunately, and I made good time. I found this postcard of Gulfport, Mississippi, where I grew up, and I thought about buying it and putting it up over my desk to remind me of what home used to look like, but I figured it would be too depressing.
Jenni, Nelson, and I went to see Electric Six at Club Downunder last night. The show was amazing. The first opening band was cool but not very energetic (and therefore didn't really fit in in terms of the rest of the concert). Then out came The Woggles, who were CRAZY and fun. They jumped off the stage and started dancing and performing on the floor with the crowd. At one point, the lead singer repeatedly chased these girls back and forth up the stairs to the balcony. It was hee-larious. Electric Six were marvelous, and the lead singer was so totally wasted. It was a good time. And
RICO was there!! He danced like a mofo. I want to have his babies.
I hate my roommate. He needs to die. Bloody.