aside from getting stuck in traffic on the way to berwyn, forgetting the tickets at home, driving back home from berwyn, and then driving back to I-55, friday went off without a hitch. i also managed to leave my car door open while pulling into a parking space at mcdonald's, leaving it to swing open at a moment's notice and providing entertainment for the country boys working there. *sigh* i thought i was going to kill someone on friday, preferably myself.

but the show was fun and so was the drive down there. the all american rejects are all too nice (happy birthday, again), as is nate, who does merch for them. he tells bob from hey mercedes that this girl's good news and gives me an aar cd, button, sticker, and posters. i hugged him because it was nice. nick laughs at the photo of them in YM, and tyson spazzes out as he signs it (as well as spells shay's name wrong).

and it's nice when you're the out-of-towner and people still approach you, like the kid who came and talked to me because i was wearing a coheed shirt. things like that make me smile and make me feel a little less awkward in a scene that's not really my scene.

we stayed in a ghetto hotel in downtown st. louis where we ate crappy domino's pizza and cinnastix, watched conan, and made it clear that the sodomy ghost would come and attack robert if he didn't deadbolt the door. in the morning i woke up to kristine talking to herself (she realized that none of us were fully awake to understand what she was trying to say) and rob woke up to kristine's feet (kristine's head turned into feet!). the pizza that was dinner the night before became breakfast, and we watched some wacky cartoon that had this hilarious line: chapstick me! we watched figure skating and made fun of everyone because, well, that's what we do when we have nothing better to do.

driving around st. louis isn't the most aesthetically pleasing. after finding the pageant way too early, stalking rick burch down two blocks of the loop, and spending countless hours sitting in the car, we went to the rock show and rocked out? ok go was great (as expected), nfg was more than fun because they played ex-miss (and no one knew the words except the three of us), and sadly jew played one of the shittiest sets i've ever seen them play. i could've listened to bleed and heard practically the entire show, aside from blister, for me, this is heaven, your new aesthetic, lucky denver mint, no sensitivity, and the first track off of static prevails that i can't ever remember. i can only assume that the encore was goodbye sky harbor, my sundown, and sweetness, since that's what they've been closing with for the past year. we didn't stay long enough to find out.

if you're ever with me at a jew show, don't expect me to look at anything but the stage when they play for me. tonight i learned that i am in a trance from the time the song begins, until it ends, and there is virtually no communicating with me. no matter how happy i am before they play the song, i will cry until my eyes burn during the duration of the song, and then be completely fine when it is finished. don't ask me why this happens. i can only assume that it's a reminder of leaving.

lots of metal and hardcore were played on the way home, i got pulled over for having a dildo car (but didn't get a ticket), and ate dill pickle potato chips. i saw three shooting stars and made some wishes. it was good times.

if your name is robert lange, do watch out for that sodomy ghost. i believe he followed our car home, and i vaguely remember it following you as you left the car this evening. don't be surprised if you see the fat bottomed singer from sugarcult near you either. he brushed up against your butt tonight, remember?