Nine Inch Nails is coming! And its only 20 bones for lawn seats! I told
mcpimpenstein that if he drives, I'll buy his ticket, as that ought to cover the gas money up to Polaris. And we'll cut beer cost, as my sister and I can fit an entire hotel mini bar between our cleavage.
I think I want to go to Ozzfest, too. Although I don't really care for more than a few bands, but the people watching more than makes up for it! The trashy rednecks come out in droves!
I went to the Low Beck for their annual Kentucky Derby Party on Saturday. My dad left me with his tab, per usual.
I continue to have several dreams per week about me going to the beach, and then something disastrous happens. I don't necessarily wake up scared or freaked out--just really anxious and uneasy. The other day I had one so freaky I woke up and sat straight up gasping like they do in the movies. Any Freuds or Jungs out there have any interpretations?
I dig the movie Agent Cody Banks.