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last night was infuckingsane. n and i got on the list for wolf parade, which at webster means a vip badge. i'm not even gonna pretend to be too jaded or cool for school. it was all kinds of awesome. we went upstairs to watch wp's set. i helped myself to some of their rider. we snuck down to watch a few songs stageside. i got to see what's inside the little pod at the upper right side of the stage. i always wanted to know what bands do when they leave the stage, before their encore. well i guess they swig jack and crack open some beers.


the view by the stage.

we afterpartied where wp enjoyed some of n's delish pot cookies. i got to bask in the glow of carlos d's ever-present sneer.

text of the night would be: i'm helpless against her curls.

just one photo from last night, and a bunch more i'd been too lazy to upload.


i really have no words...


hawt.


yeah, i was drunk and forgot how to turn the starry function off. the girls were wearing these get-ups in about 10 degree weather.


sandals. ten degrees. obviously.


sasquatch pants!

ok, i feel better now.