I was going to be an annoying smart aleck and ask you if you’d rather be naked or famous. Um…I don’t think I want to know.
Last night, Matt, Dave, Bridget and I saw The Naked and Famous play at The Phoenix.
They. Were. Awesome.
Even though The Phoenix flooded mid-show. (Sewage? Burst beer tap? Pipe issues? Who knows.)
And even though a total stranger (female) stroked my cheek. (Um, there’s a guy’s hand resting on my hip. You’re probably barking up the wrong no-girls-allowed tree. But whatevs.)
Girls Like You
This might be my new favorite love song. Warning: I’m especially vulnerable to all things lovey-dovey these days. It’s ridonculous.
Young Blood
The sold-out crowd erupted during the “Young Blood” encore. This song — and this band — is a pretty big deal, folks.
I wore skinny jeans. If you can’t beat the hipsters, join ‘em.