Don't believe the Florist when he tells you that the roses are free.

This weekend was shaped by:

Pathetic Fallacy:
During a long walk home thru a Lear-esque storm. Soaked to the fucking bone. But luckily, I wasn't alone.

80s party:
Where I realized that despite the theme, I would have worn the exact same thing.

A/V cd Release
We danced for our lives. I got to sing a solo. And Brad kissed everyone-our very own posterboy for the textbook case of what E can do.

Quantatitve ratio analysis:
2:1 versus 1:1; the former proving the subsequent preference of the evening


Black Flag
The latest band as part of my new hardcore punk obsession.

Perks
Is open 24 hrs. How do I know this? Amy and I hung out there from 4ish until 6:30am. Because we can. That's why.

AND
A very productive and fun band practice and another new song, battle of the BBQs (Brent wins), scaring the bejeebus out of Godwin in his van, along with a new fondness for nesquik etc.