|If you know homestuck then you'll get it. If not, my friend Deven's grandmother is one talented woman. :")|
|Inside of my birthday card. Literally laughed until I (almost) pissed my pants.|
|Can't have a birthday without a breaking bad ref, right?|
On top of general groovtastic brilliance,
I also had the pleasure of going to the most MIND BLOWING PERFORMANCE I've seen in a long motherfucking time. I got to see Dweezil Zappa (See: Frank Zappa ) and I'm so glad I did. I love the way him and the musicians he played with organized the set list. They basically took musical pieces from various albums and set up a show with as much variety as possible so the people who haven't heard any of Frank's music could have a better chance of finding something they liked. Not to mention the rest of the musicians were fucking brilliant. The vocalists were so spot on and everything was so well rehearsed; the guitar solos were 2 arpeggios away from giving me an orgasm.
|Yeeeaah it was a pretty good night.|
|You know, it was okaaay|
I don't know what I did to deserve all this great karma. I was one boyfriend and one best friend away from being in pure bliss, but I did get to lay down that night and think of how much more handsome Dweezil was than the last time I saw him. This time I didn't nearly break my ankle on my way to meet him, and I came out with the most perfect example of memorabilia I could ask for.
Questions and comments welcome, if you guys have any similar stories I'd love to hear. :)