dear, dear, dear diary, [ 2002-12-15, 10:06 a.m. ] |
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okay. we weren't going to go to the show but then tickets became available at the last minute. so we went. we saw god's original, pump-my-arm-in-the-air frat boy. we saw a man in a cowboy hat. we saw shaun, who kept asking me "so, how's the date going?" even though he knew it was not a date. we saw...a band so good i won't even try to describe it here. transcendent music. beautiful neko, beautiful boys. live music can make me cry. and last night it did. and it was good.
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