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Last weekend, though the weekend starts tomorrow, was fun. Friday...well lets just say friday didnt count. Saturday Carolyn and I got together in the wee hours of the morning and planned out our day. I dyed her hair a pretty color, which she likes(or so she says) and i think looks good, or at least i can say it looks good for my first time doing hair. Around 4:30 it was to the bus stop. When we got on, we were greeted by 200 people we knew aboard. One of which was carolyn's guitar teacher who was ironically going to the same show we were. With a slight alteration of the plans the three of us...Ben(guitar) Carolyn and I galivanted off to powells bookstore in the cold night. There we explored the wonders of books. I never knew a 29 year old could be so...so crude. The Paris was opening its doors at 7, which to our disbelief was incorrect, so we were outside a few extra minutes. Nah, make that more than a few. Of course me being the saint that i am...I didnt mind. The whistle pigs played 3rd of four bands and were by far the best there. Me and carolyn and kengo left early with Isaac and derrick and GONZALO! to sharries where my delayed bedtime was chewing at my brain. Grant showed up with Sterling about half hour later, just about when we had to depart. We payed our bill...and took off leaving the Japanese boy to walk home.