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"Let's see if you can knock me out by hitting me in the back of the head." -Landon, 08/04/2004
Ok, first, I love this song, and I haven't listened to it in so long, because my CD-ROM drive drive was brokeded. "Love will never comfort you."
Oh, yeah, the song is "You'd Build a Robot" by Biscayne. I got it off Mitch forever ago; it's gotta be one of the first songs I ever downloaded.
So I had a fun night, and my neck is very tired. First event: Server meeting. We won an award, which can only really be described as a 'Pineapple of Cleanliness'. Later, I went to this concert. Five bands originally on the ticket: locals LAW, Witness, and En Memoria; joining them, two touring bands whose names I don't care about enough now to look up or remember. LAW and one touring band dropped out in advance. The other touring band was a no-show, but the weirdest one I've ever seen. They unloaded their equipment into the basement, left to find a hotel, and never came back. For four hours. The concert was billed at five, planned for five-thirty, and actually got started near six. I counted about seventeen (not including either band or their girlfriends) during En Memoria's set, and there were more for Witness. En Memoria was alright. Better than Chronic Mass, to be sure. Witness played all newer stuff, but they were still the same band. Peter broke strings. They told stories of their wacky adventures on tour. Peter tried to play hanging upside-down from the beams, and fell on his head, all in the middle of a song. There was much headbanging. Nothing was lit on fire, however.
After that, everyone hung around waiting to see if the other band would show up. We gave them until nine, but no luck. There was talk of a plan to go swimming at Wall Lake afterwards. In the meantime, a game was developed in which two people took turns whacking each other in the backside with large wooden planks. The resulting welts were impressive. Then we went swimming. Most people kept some manner of clothing on, but Will, the guy who gave me a ride, chose to discard all of his, and even did the 'truffle shuffle' under a street lamp at a passing car. We were all there maybe half an hour, and then we decided to jet before the cops came.
My family seemed to accept at face value that I had gone swimming in a lake in my underwear with semi-random people. I put on a dry pair of boxers, and headed over to hang out with Josh and his buddies like I had promised. It was the first time I had ever done table-top roleplaying, and it was pretty fun. I stole one car and helped steal three others, hung out in TJ, and killed a vampire with a sawed-off shotgun. Well, incapacitated. Then we muffified him with duct tape and dropped him in the Missouri. We didn't know he was a vampire, after all. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sell stolen cars when the only persons who can afford to buy them all seem to be vampires? It's annoying, man. My character, incidentally, loves nachos, is a lunatic, and has a crippling fear of women. It made for good times.
And then I biked home, thinking about what delicious stories of adventure I would include in my letter to Leah. Shoe Saga. It's totally the Shoe Saga. And that time we snuck out to Golden Wall. Or when I broke my leg. Or got my arm slashed open. And probably some of my dad's crazy antics.
He meant "with that board". I guess it was better if you were there.
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