been there, done him.

dinner
steak sandwich and a hoegarrden alone at room 18. felt a little douchey sitting at a bar reading the little prince, but what can you do? a sketchy real estate developer bought me a soco and lime and attempted to chat me up. thankfully, seanie called and "excuse me, i have to take this..." so the offending older man made a gracious exit. awesome.

oh, and earlier that day, i saw yet another european man wearing a g-string.


holy hail
one quote best sums up my experience of seeing holy hail at midway... "she's really cute, but i just don't get it... is it irony?"
i just can't get into them all that much - i like a couple songs, but mostly i like the recorded versions better. the boys have bad shoes, great hair. the girls are completely hot - holey tights, sideswept bangs, rosy cheeks, newsie cap, lurex, patent heels. erik estrada.

heloise and the savoir faire
one quote that best sums up my experience of seeing heloise and the savoir faire at midway... "i'd do her... and i'd even stick around the next morning to cuddle. it's that serious."

oh god, i'm obsessed with them - i want to be in this band so bad. glitter, mustaches drawn on with eyeliner, sheer body socks, 7 foot tall drummer, more lurex, hot pink, big hair, dilated pupils, sweaty dancer boys, choerographed. my favorite dancing boy stepped up to the mic at one point and proclaimed, "backup vocals... awesome!" in a fanciful voice that sent me into a fit of nearly uncontrollable giggles.

the non-blinker crawled off the stage and molested tiya's thighs. we giggled. and then she showed us her nipples through her body sock. and i blushed a little. later she crawled up on the bar, ta-tas modestly held in by the infamous (and transparent) body sock, took a big swig of vodka, threw her head back and promptly spit it out all over herself and whoever happened to be close enough. that girl is a rock star.

i danced and danced, knocking out the fangirls behind me. front and center. singing along as though i knew the words, even though i don't; i just make them up.

kept singing odyle and making my own choreography on the subway, the mexicans next to us were into it.