Thursday morning, I woke up at 6am in order to be ready to leave by 9am. Where was I going? New York City to go see a Panic at the Disco show with Lex. I figured, we’d meet, maybe it’d be awkward, we’d see Panic play, and then we’d leave.

Boy. I have never been so fucking wrong in my life.

So we finally got down to Roseland Ballroom at about 1pm. ( Read more... )