It's time!

• I can't help it. Just looking at that picture makes me smile.
  

• It's time for my annual weekend of paying homage to my favorite band.

• I know. They are disliked by many, but I don't give a shit about the haters. These boys bring me much happiness, and even helped me through a really rough period of my life.

And their concerts are glorious, even though they're totally sold out and packed to the gills (you know how I hate crowds) and I'm surrounded by many drunken former frat brothers who aren't really listening to the music, but are socializing loudly and drinking more and calling friends on their cell phones...


I mean, when Dave gets his eyebrows going, it's hard not to swoon. Or when he starts his trademark spastic dance.

The best part? We're in the ninth row for the Saturday night show. That means there will be even more swooning on my part than usual. Swooning at close range.


Yum.

Phone update: Today, I got a wrong number caller who was up and making calls at 3:12 a.m.! And of course, they hung up as soon as I picked up. Nice. I was in a panic for a moment, thinking something was terribly wrong at work. I suppose I should be grateful there WAS nothing wrong.
And my dear non-friend who called and woke me last week? Has called several times since, though never when I've been home. Wouldn't you think that after hearing my answering machine message several times, he or she would GET A FUCKING CLUE???

I may have to re-work this whole phone in the bedroom thing...