Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show.....
Man, oh man.
So.
Tonight was Ace Troubleshooter.
At that big Christian club, First Wave.
The two opening bands, Eightpenny and Fireflight respectively, both had girl lead singers.
Although Fireflight's singer wasn't quite as attractive or talented as Eightpenny's, they were much better as a band.
Neither was particularly good, mind you.
But Fireflight was better.
But ooooohhhhh man was Eightpenny's singer hot.
Like boner-from-just-watching-her hot.
Three little mistakes kept her from being the hottest girl ever in the history of all hot girls.
1) She wore her capri-type pants up too high. Like probably above her belly button. Such that it made them skin tight against her butt (I don't like skin tight clothes. Sorry.) and made them perfectly line up with mistake number two.
2) Combat boots. Ugh.
3) She had terrible stage presence. She danced stupidly and didn't look like she was really comfortable with the mic or the music. It may have just been that the music sucked, but it made her look bad regardless.
I had my phone ready to ask for her number, but she left before I found her.
In conclusion: She was a mother freakin' FOX!
More in conclusion: If you didn't catch that, I have a cell phone now. For the first time ever. Call me, mother F'ers. 213-2478.
So.
Tonight was Ace Troubleshooter.
At that big Christian club, First Wave.
The two opening bands, Eightpenny and Fireflight respectively, both had girl lead singers.
Although Fireflight's singer wasn't quite as attractive or talented as Eightpenny's, they were much better as a band.
Neither was particularly good, mind you.
But Fireflight was better.
But ooooohhhhh man was Eightpenny's singer hot.
Like boner-from-just-watching-her hot.
Three little mistakes kept her from being the hottest girl ever in the history of all hot girls.
1) She wore her capri-type pants up too high. Like probably above her belly button. Such that it made them skin tight against her butt (I don't like skin tight clothes. Sorry.) and made them perfectly line up with mistake number two.
2) Combat boots. Ugh.
3) She had terrible stage presence. She danced stupidly and didn't look like she was really comfortable with the mic or the music. It may have just been that the music sucked, but it made her look bad regardless.
I had my phone ready to ask for her number, but she left before I found her.
In conclusion: She was a mother freakin' FOX!
More in conclusion: If you didn't catch that, I have a cell phone now. For the first time ever. Call me, mother F'ers. 213-2478.