Good God am I hungover. Uh. It was so worth it as last night was one of the best in recent memory. I saw Rocket From the Tombs play, met a nice girl at a party and got her number, and I met "Norm" from Cheers - George Wendt. How's that shit?

Rocket From the Tombs was amazingly good for a bunch of 50 year olds. They were being some pissy bitches, though. A couple of times when people threw/splashed beer or water onto the stage they threw fits and even walked off once saying something like (this is close to their exact words), "We're not a punk band. We're a real band. Punks are people who are on the receiving end of a sexual deviant act and as we are neither women nor homosexuals, we're not punks." Then walked off stage only to return 10 minutes later and play great rock and roll for an hour.

Speaking of old guys, George Wendt (aka Norm) was at emos. He was in town making an appearance at the alamo drafthouse for his new movie directed by the guy who did reanimator. He was very friendly, hanging out, drinking and chat with people. All I got was a hand shake and a "How's it going?" but that was enough.

After the show we went to a party down south. It was pretty hopping even if it was mostly college kids but they still had beer so who was I to complain. I don't remember a whole lot about it, honestly, but man am I feeling it today.