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June 2003
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On Saturday night Al, Chris and I went to see one of our favorite bands from Texas, Slobberbone. Who we sometimes call "slabbahbowne." Or at least I do anyway. There's nothing quite like paying $12 to see a band you love and having only like 20 other people there. It's like a private show and plus you can stalk the band members before their set as they watch the opening acts. Or maybe it's just me that does that. The last time I saw them Allison and I went up to the lead singer, Brent Best, and we said, "Hey, we're from Texas too." And Allison clairified and eloborated and told him that she used to live in Dallas and she'd seen them dozens of times. I swear to you he looked right at her and went "Oh yeah," like he recognized her. But this time I was too chicken, or had had too many margaritas, to approcah them, even though I had the most brilliant autograph request. So instead I just took pictures and walked past Jesse a million times. (Now the quality of these photos is terrible. Combine a really dark, smoky club and a photographer who has had a few Miller Lites and you don't get quality.)
Um, what's up Jesse. I really like your music, man. Can I bum a cigarette?
Diet Coke and Slobberbone go hand in hand!
Jesse and Brent. Jesse probably smokes an entire pack of cigarettes during a set. Yet, it works.
Gimme back my dog!
"Thank you Atlanta! And I love you Hannah!" a In other totally unrelated news, my favorite new snack are mini ice cream sandwiches. They're the perfect summer dessert and if you get the mini ones you can have two without feeling like a pig. Just don't have four because then that defeats the purpose of buying the minis. a And lastly I leave you with a picture of the beach that is completely fuzzy because the humidity in Florida is always almost 100% even when there's not a cloud in the sky. Every time I took my camera out onto the balcony of my hotel room the lens and the LCD screen got all foggy but what are you gonna do.
I love Florida. Join the notify.
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