By Mack, I meant Band Whore. We're pulling a hat trick this week. Yesterday was Peter, Bjorn and John. Tonight is the Rapture. Tomorrow will be some unknown band.
I've forgotten how much I love live shows and ignoring the hipsters on standby with folded arms as I dance to my favorite songs. Hips shaking, feet tapping, hands flailing. I'm not the most coordinated dancer but I will surely make up talent with passion.
So I've received a free par of tickets to AA Bondy, PB&J, the Rapture, and Culture Collide Festival in the last week. I guess the universe told me my lucky streak was over by giving me a parking ticket today. Equilibrium?
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