Bleary Eyed

Well, The Killers show was awesome. Some of the material off their new album seemed a bit shaky, like it needed more rehearsal, but the songs themselves were good, and I’m looking forward to their sophomore effort, which should avoid the dreaded curse.

Not awesome: the 50-something bartender at The Green Mill, where we all met before the show, who asked how we had heard about The Killers since they were a “new band” and we looked “old.” Thanks, bitch!

Much enjoyable fun was had in the company of my dear Mr. Shakes, Mr. Furious, Mickey Mouse, Miller, and Buns o’ Steel (who came in Mr. Curious’ stead, since he was ill). And what fun to finally get to meet the infamous Dr. Finger, also known as Paul the Spud, who regularly graces Shakes’ Sis with his sassy posting presence! It was hard to tear ourselves away. If only it had been a Friday night…surely we would have closed down Crew (the strangest confluence of sports and gayness ever to be found within four walls).

And thank you all for your birthday wishes yesterday—that made my day all the better!

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming of all manner of analysis, punditry, and complaint…

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