I have a soft spot in my heart for these kids. They are seriously the world's kid-brother's-band, the surprise bonus being that they are enjoyable. And earnest! Okay, and kind of too emo but sometimes not! And thanked people for coming to watch them, without sounding, I dunno, like total pricks!
While the Hard Tomorrow's were pretty tight, you have to place your heart with the people that go on first. It's an unwritten barfly law or something. The HT's are polished and talented and likable, and yet I somehow kep wishing the scrappy ol' kids from the hour before would come back onstage and sing about their prom dates, just so I could shuffle their hair.
Anyways, it was nice to be back at DC9 again, after a summer of accidental-hermititude. Even nicer to time it to get there juuuuust as the curtains to upstairs were drawn back, and us old fat people could claim a place at the bar like the M/F version of Statler-n-Waldorf.
Also this weekend we cleaned the house, I got attacked by a swarm of moskeeters, and saw "Jackass:2"
OMG, Rennaissance Fair next Sat. Whattup back cleavage and ax throwing and turkey legs.
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