if i see pictures of them down here, im going to kill you!

rebekah and i went to interpol last night at edwards upstairs. it was ten dollars and you got the shittiest cd to go along with it. it played on repeat while waiting for them to play. only so many times you can hear incubus sing message in a bottle. losts of stupid people. one guy won a 99x shirt and then proceeded to pretend like he worked there. he took a girl backstage and acted very superior. said guy also said to rebekah, 'oh sweet, let me check out your ink'.
there seems to be a strong resemblance between carlos of interpol and crispin glover of willard.


finally stirred my coffee this morning.