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Good lord, it's been a while since I've typed it up on the ol' livejournal. I thought if there were any occasion meriting an update it would be the following:
On Friday afternoon, Pat, Matty Z and I made our way down to DC to see Q and not U's last show. I figured I owed it to them since I'd already seen them 5 times previously. We get there with considerable amounts of adventure along the way and we pick up Rachel at American University. Burritos are eaten. The Black Cat is driven to. We're hanging around watching Supersystem and holy shit all of the sudden we notice who is standing in the VIP area to the right of the stage. IT'S IAN MACKAYE. Yeah that's right, fuckin' Ian MacKaye. I'm like... floored considering that he has essentially been imaginary up until this point in my life. As if this isn't enough, HENRY ROLLINS is standing right next to him. I'm pretty sure Guy Picciotto was there too. All of this 5 feet away from where I'm standing. Pat shook Henry Rollins' hand. Jesus... and Ian MacKaye was picking his nose the entire time. Hell of a guy.
We spent the night at Dennis and Jenny's new place, which was quite impressive. We drank all this wine and Pat was going to shit in a bag and burn down Dick Cheney's house. I really miss having those two around to make mischief with us.
Oh yeah and Rachel and I turned 21 last weekend. The weekend was too amazing to relive it with wordery. Ask me in person and I'll sing you the song we wrote in the elevator about vaginas.
Thank you.
On Friday afternoon, Pat, Matty Z and I made our way down to DC to see Q and not U's last show. I figured I owed it to them since I'd already seen them 5 times previously. We get there with considerable amounts of adventure along the way and we pick up Rachel at American University. Burritos are eaten. The Black Cat is driven to. We're hanging around watching Supersystem and holy shit all of the sudden we notice who is standing in the VIP area to the right of the stage. IT'S IAN MACKAYE. Yeah that's right, fuckin' Ian MacKaye. I'm like... floored considering that he has essentially been imaginary up until this point in my life. As if this isn't enough, HENRY ROLLINS is standing right next to him. I'm pretty sure Guy Picciotto was there too. All of this 5 feet away from where I'm standing. Pat shook Henry Rollins' hand. Jesus... and Ian MacKaye was picking his nose the entire time. Hell of a guy.
We spent the night at Dennis and Jenny's new place, which was quite impressive. We drank all this wine and Pat was going to shit in a bag and burn down Dick Cheney's house. I really miss having those two around to make mischief with us.
Oh yeah and Rachel and I turned 21 last weekend. The weekend was too amazing to relive it with wordery. Ask me in person and I'll sing you the song we wrote in the elevator about vaginas.
Thank you.