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What I did this weekend!

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In which a picture is worth a thousand wo- …oh screw it. Here’s some pix of Ritzville.

On Saturday, the Kings and I played the main stage from 1.30 to 2.30:

Ritzville Main Stage

And then we played a 2-hour set in the Pastime, a wonderfully reesty little bar across the street from the main stage packed with the Best Audience Evar™, from 4 to 6:

Pastime

It was mad wicked fun, and I signed posters and a guitar and posed for photos with fans (“Because you’re gonna be REALLY famous someday!”) and now I’m thinking I might just wanna play music for a living… if I can do it at venues with roadies and stage managers and sound engineers and complimentary bottled water by the case and a musicians’ hospitality lounge serving food and free beer.

Because that kind of gig? IS WAY FUN.

For more pics, visit Kaje’s Flickr set.

My Beloved, My Dork

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In which I *do* go on about my cute BF.

Yesterday my dorky boyfriend informed me that it was our “two-month anniversary.” (Two months. SIXTY ONE DAYS. Who counts shit like that? Six months, maybe, or a year, but two months?!)

We almost went out to dinner after work, but I was unbathed and wearing less-than-perfectly-clean clothes, and it was hot, and we still hadn’t met Becca’s new boyfriend, and we wanted drinks, so we went straight to the P&E to meet Becca and her Boy. (We liked him; he was personable and made direct eye contact and appeared to get our jokes.) (We don’t know if we totally approve, of course, because she used to be our girl, but he seemed nice enough and she looked happy.) (The heartbreaking slut! She used to be our girl! We used to take her out!)

We left after two rounds of drinks and went through the Taco Bell drive-thru, because apparently I AM A BLOATED RETARD WHO LOVES SODIUM MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE EXTANT UNIVERSE AND WON’T STOP EATING IT AND I’LL ALWAYS HAVE CANKLES AND FOR FUCK’S SAKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?

*Ahem.*

Meanwhile-back-at-the-ranch, we sat on K’s bitchin’ 50’s couch in our underwear and ate our delicious salty quasi-foodz and yelled gleefully at each other in the way that we do, and then we went outside and hollered more in the shed, and then we went inside and wrecked the bed. We’re so in love it’s just stupid.

Oh: and if you drove by and happened to see some nekkid people smoking on the driveway porch? That totally wasn’t us. Srsly.

In other news, I’m playing the Ritzville Blues Festival with the Coyote Kings next weekend. TWICE! Come see me!

In other other news, happy 4th. Go blow something up!