truck beats brain.

i am still attempting to recover from last night's insanity. man alive.

after finishing up the summer at work, i really wanted to go out and do something last night and celebrate to some extent. heather and i debated options--none looked completely satisfying. eventually, however, justin texted me, newly back in town, and offered to bring me with to the linden show at the fineline, my second home. perfect. i had wanted to see linden play for a while, and so i accepted. met up with justin early and we caught up on life and plans and such on his patio, then hopped in the car with several coffee drinks and cds and made our way to the show.

right when i walked up to the fineline i started seeing people i knew. i ended up seeing several people that night who i had not seen in a while, and it was lovely as usual. justin and i mingled. murphy, gloria, and her friend arrived. we all hung out. watched the bands (impressed). i had a few too many cocktails and shotness (i blame murphy for the latter), and i ended up having 80's dance parties with strangers, piggybacking on justin, and making a fool of myself trying to talk politics with josh's wife. yikes. really good time overall, though. it was also decided by all of us that justin is blark's homeless person who occasionally drives trucks. what??

it was time to escape and justin and i danced our way down the minneapolis streets, wishing we could gain entrance into the totally-omg-awesome dance clubs whos participants had very little clothing on. got back to his place where his sis was making bachelorette paraphernalia. we chatted with richelle for a long time, sang to all-american rejects and ben folds, and eventually i left pierre world.

headed over to kalgren's house to catch up after he had been on his long tour. i brought the cigs, he provided the white wine and the bonfire. we talked for hours, whilst avoiding the smoke that smelt awful and contained cancerous wood finishing.

i woke up this morning with an awful headache and immediately went back to bed until 4:00 P.M. i am so awesome, it hurts. meh.

overall, it was a wonderful semi-end to my summer days. i love my men friends. i love my friend friends. i love life.

the. end.