BRMC...best...band...ever.
I am in love with a band. Its name is the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
I had the best time on Mon night. They are unbelievable live and I will sing their praises until someone clubs me on the back of the head.
I saw them in September and I think they only got better. So good.
With that said, I can't wait until they come back.
My buddies from college are back! Again, so good. These are boys I skipped classes with, drank rail shots with, passed out with, got busted by the cops with...actually, I think I watched as they did. And all for juvenile stunts...it makes me want to never grow up.
So, cheers to Jimmy, Dave, and the rest of the crew. Thanks for ditching the desert and coming back home, where you belong.
In grown up life, my company just scored another high profile client and we are super psyched! Can't wait until that all starts. Too bad it's not in an outlaying city, (like our Philly acct.) It'd be cool to go on some more business trips.
I made absolutely nothing last night at the Murph. That place is bumming me out this week. But after tonight's slavery I will be done til Sat. I will drink w/ my boys and laze around enjoying life. Fun times.
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So does that mean you tossed Sam from the Bravery aside? Did his vocal chords give out from screaming 'BEATTIE!!!!' every night?
That's a tough toss up...the boys in BRMC are pretty hot too, but maybe I'll just cheat on Sam. Don't tell.
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