Finish with absinthe
So upon discussion with Cara, we have no idea who or what shows we have seen in the past year. I continuously keep mistaking concerts seen long ago as being in the past year. This matter involves further investigation.
On a more positive note, Cara and myself enjoyed maritime and minus the bear (fuck honorary title) immensely. While the Pabst may be a shitty venue for large crowds, $3 tall boys of PBR and elbows work wonders. I felt incredibly young at the minus the bear show. Yet, after many a PBR, I felt more experienced than young. After the kid next to me apologized for knocking into me several times, i laughed incorrigibly, and knocked into him harder than he had to me. As the show progressed, I offered my opinion to the crowd that minus the bear should "end with absinthe," and, after a short pause, an encore ensued that resulted in Jake Snider himself looking directly at me and saying "this is our real last song." Absinthe is a good song.
Our graduation party was awesome. we learned that corn is a good thing to serve to drunk people, and that some people think "corn" is a figurative term. we also learned that our new neighbor Charles is a fucking dick. good thing we're moving...
Graduating is weird. especially when most of your friends have already graduated and moved away. it takes a lot of the excitement away. sorta...
Oh, but thank God for the Irish!
On a more positive note, Cara and myself enjoyed maritime and minus the bear (fuck honorary title) immensely. While the Pabst may be a shitty venue for large crowds, $3 tall boys of PBR and elbows work wonders. I felt incredibly young at the minus the bear show. Yet, after many a PBR, I felt more experienced than young. After the kid next to me apologized for knocking into me several times, i laughed incorrigibly, and knocked into him harder than he had to me. As the show progressed, I offered my opinion to the crowd that minus the bear should "end with absinthe," and, after a short pause, an encore ensued that resulted in Jake Snider himself looking directly at me and saying "this is our real last song." Absinthe is a good song.
Our graduation party was awesome. we learned that corn is a good thing to serve to drunk people, and that some people think "corn" is a figurative term. we also learned that our new neighbor Charles is a fucking dick. good thing we're moving...
Graduating is weird. especially when most of your friends have already graduated and moved away. it takes a lot of the excitement away. sorta...
Oh, but thank God for the Irish!