Just got back from a Springsteen show. Man... I had much fun. Very much.
My friend had tickets and as I was walking round to meetup and pay for/get mine I bumped into my very best friend's little brother. And that brother's little brother. Who umexpectedly ended up being friends with my friends. So it was super fun and I got to be part of the Ringelstein reunion. So we did that and then we went to see
The Boss. And holy hell was he on. I guess I know that it's a foregone conclusion and all but I was still impressed. I mean, curly shuffle on the ground while covering SHOUT and we were all doing the animal house dance motions fuck rest in peace Harold Ramis. And then they did 10th ave freezeout with a 3 minute montage of Clarence pics (rest in peace big man).
He looked good as he'll for a 70 year old post encore he took off his long sleeved shirt and I was all "fuckin shit man! I hope I look that good whenever!"
Then we went back to our place and I tried to get the brothers into the ween discography as they were passing out and I'm not sure it worked. Right now my dog is trying to attack my beer hand while we listen to indie rock together. Fuckin a.
My friend had tickets and as I was walking round to meetup and pay for/get mine I bumped into my very best friend's little brother. And that brother's little brother. Who umexpectedly ended up being friends with my friends. So it was super fun and I got to be part of the Ringelstein reunion. So we did that and then we went to see
The Boss. And holy hell was he on. I guess I know that it's a foregone conclusion and all but I was still impressed. I mean, curly shuffle on the ground while covering SHOUT and we were all doing the animal house dance motions fuck rest in peace Harold Ramis. And then they did 10th ave freezeout with a 3 minute montage of Clarence pics (rest in peace big man).
He looked good as he'll for a 70 year old post encore he took off his long sleeved shirt and I was all "fuckin shit man! I hope I look that good whenever!"
Then we went back to our place and I tried to get the brothers into the ween discography as they were passing out and I'm not sure it worked. Right now my dog is trying to attack my beer hand while we listen to indie rock together. Fuckin a.