Saturday, early morning, after the chaos and madness of the Foxboro Hot Tubs night 1, Megs and I walked and chilled at a diner. We were sore, and beat up, and bruised, and exhausted and talked about hanging out to the side on Sunday if we get in. That was our plan ( Read more... )

Two nights ago, Megs and I went to the opening night of American Idiot on Broadway ( Read more... )