Last night I went out to the Turbonegro/Mondo Generator show at Black Cat, here in DC. Great fucking show - I told y'all to catch this tour in Chicago back on the 19th, for your sake, I hope you went.
The show was good, but I was a wreck - That fucking smoking ban is gonna kill me. Literally. Here's the deal; You have to smoke outside, but you can't bring any drinks outside, so before you can go out for a smoke you have to slam your beer. I spent the whole night slamming beers. Everything gets kinda blurry after 10PM.
Here's what I sorta remember: Bands rock; almost get into fight with another drunk fuck; decide to take quick nap on sacks of wood chips at the garden supply shop around the corner; more drinkin'; Wake up in my underwear in front of my computer waiting for the new Woot to come up; give up - go to bed.
Stupid smoking ban.