Well the metal show was phenomenal. I managed to carry enough money to get in and score a T-shirt! I was hesitant to join the pits, since last time some jerk continually tried to walk up to me and kick me. I agree that maybe I shouldn't have worn an Iron Maiden shirt to the show. Maybe it was because I was a bit of a n00b at The Bridge. Maybe I wasn't hardcore dancing properly. Either way, thanks to that jerk, it made me skitchy about the whole thing.

But, I managed to get pumped up enough once The Word Alive got up there, that I hopped in and, to my luck, I was fine. I got slapped in the back of the head once, but hey, it's a metal show. If you're in the pits, you gotta take at least one hit. I didn't care, because I was just ecstatic to see The Word Alive.

After the show, I stuck around and managed to find Dusty Riach, the keyboardist, playing pool in the lobby with Nick Urlacker, one of the guitarists. I managed to talk to Dusty for a bit and got my shirt autographed by all of the members one-by-one, after a hunt and peck trial, before being stumped trying to find the Tony A., the drummer. I managed to get my shirt signed by all of them except for him. That sneaky Asian must have a cloaking device, because I could not find him anywhere.

Then today, while David, Alejandro, and I were walking to Sonic, we found an old hobo bike laying on the side of the road. Naturally, I was the one to hop on it and ride it around, though it had no air in the tires and no padding on the seat. I think I'm going to keep it. My Chronic Insanity sense tells me it will be needed in the near future.

AND! I got a Facebook. I know, by definition, I'm a full blown hypocrite for getting one. But if someone had told me how simplified it was, I would've gotten one a helluva lot sooner. But yea, I would give everyone the link, but right now the site is being gay and won't let me pick my username. So stay patient, or just look for me, and I'll post the link in a future post.