April 16, 2005

  • Filling In A Sense Completely Overdo…

    Yes. It’s come this far. My moustache is now officially out of control.

    I am obsessed with the idea of seeing how far I can let it go.

    But enough about you, what does that title spell?

    Why Fiasco, of course. I had nothing to do on Friday night, and after being kooked up in my place for two days because I had been sick, I decided I needed to get out. Thanks to the glorious blogosphere I found out Fiasco had a show at The Delancy, and so I hopped downtown.

    Holy Ghost opened for them, and they had one of the sexiest sights of all,

    A hot chick drummer.

    Sitting alone, I was suddenly accosted by a herd of females, Sarah.

    A coy Cat. A crazy Cat (and crazy Dustin).

    An almost forgotten Amber

    Who has had some adventures over the last two years.

    And a blurry raisin Meredith.

    Which brings us to the sad news (that I could see coming) that she has grown bored with blogging, and Hello My Name Is Meredith shall be updated no more. It was a great blog. Witty, higly entertaining, with an amazing spelling record, and some of the hottest non porn picts around. Worry not, she assures me that the crazy shit will continue to happen, even if it does not exist in html form any more.

    After the show, I took a quick class on the true purpose of Yucca.

    And we went to see Sara spin at some hipster nexus.

    I tried to capture the hipster feel.

    But I couldn’t quite make it translate into something photographically tangible, but take my word for it, hipster central.

    I mean, it was so hip, the bathroom had a sofa bedlike seat in it.

    Oh to be on top of the world.