Don't tell me you love me and act like you don't...

Monday Night. The perfect night for a rock concert, squeezing dildo's and upside down pizza. Thank you Myra and Punky for helping me cross out one more thing to do on my 20 before 25 list. (Slightly edited so it's actually do-able before the 25th doom...)

Plain White T's at the Roxy.

To think that I paid $50 for pit tickets to see them up close and personal at Staples (i.e. a million miles away, and we missed them) and here we go to a free concert with maybe 50 people in our own little venue. This was by far one of the coolest concerts I've been to... eerily close to Unwritten Law in a snowstorm...

So the night started out perfectly fine, waiting in line as not so sexy firefighters meandered back and forth, and the pimps and hos pulled up in a mini-van. When the doors opened, we figured an hour of DJing and then showtime. At hour 1.15, and two drinks in, we made Punkity find out that there was going to be no Hey There Delilah until 11PM.

Late. Late late late and with a girl who had class at 6:30AM and a sick girl, the only thing to tempt them was pizza. And 2 for 1 pizza at that. After a few messy slices and amusing pictures, Marvin showed up to join the party!

At this point the Geisha girls decided it would be a good idea to feed the bouncers, yet some of them were convinced that the boxes were upside down.

What do semi-drunk girls and one gay boy do after feeding? Why they go to Hustler and squeeze dildo's of course!

I feel that needs no explanation, but we managed to burn through 4 hours, 12 photo shoots, 2 pizza's and 15 dildo's in one night.

Love you all!