Muse, etc.

JESUS EFFING CHRIST.

Best show ever. Seriously. The best effing show I've seen so far. There was no goddamn difference between his voice live and in recording. INCREDIBLE. I pretty much just stood there in amazement for like 2 1/2 hours. They played every goddamn song I wanted to hear, except "Falling Away With You". That would have just made me fucking faint, I think.

UNNNGHHH!! SO GOOD!

The drive there sucked, however. The furthest south I've ever driven was Northgate. Never ever driven in Seattle. I was terrified. And I think Terry was pretty effing scared, too. Heh. I almost killed us like three times. Getting OUT was even worse. I remembered the general area of the onramp I wanted, but I didn't get in the right fucking lane, so I just kept on driving up Denny and took a left on 13th, which led us to this weird greenhouse place or something. Got the hell out of there, got on 10th and followed until I remembered another onramp from when Mike, Sarah, Richard and I got lost after theSTART last April. It sounds simple and all, but I was beyond terrified 'cause it was my first time ever having to deal with Seattle driving.

But yeah. Got there pretty early, so we walked down the street to The Funhouse and got shitfaced. Their shots of Jager are insane. If those were trick glasses, I'm fucking impressed, but it sure as hell didn't seem like it, 'cause Terry and I were able to share two of them. Went and sat in their little outdoor/basketball court area and had some interesting conversation for about an hour. Good ol' drunkeness.

The night before... heh. Got off work at 5? I think? Headed out to Camano to meet up with Terry and Little Toby at Dave and Erin's housewarming party. Good times. Much debauchery and exposure of Toby's testicles. Heh!

Bleh. This has been the most scattered fucking blog I've ever written. Ever.