A Weekend in Phrases

Editors were great. Lots and lots of cool people. Great times with good friends. Young British boys make me want to dance. No Wolfmother on Friday. Raging pissed. No reason why. No big hair and big guitars. Got The Go! Team instead. I hate exclamation points. Fuck that. Hung out with Sarah and Jason Barthlow. Parked right on the railing of main floor. Score. Drank New Castle. Liked Sonic Youth. A lot more melodic than I imagined. Lots of feedback. They're pretty old. Conversed with Nummer and Damore. Damore, I still need the Editors b-sides faxed to me. Thanks. Flaming Lips did not dissapoint. Never stopped smiling. Dancing Santas and hot alien chicks. "Yoshimi" sing-a-longs. Giant balloons. Wayne hunted and killed the giant balloons. "She Don't Use Jelly" never gets old. That video makes breakfast look damn sexy. Confetti cannons and streamer cannons. Acid-infused adult birthday party. Covered "War Pigs." Nice. Detroit Urban Craft Fair on Saturday. Went with Ron, Amber and Autumn. So much robot representation. Bought a suede robot bracelet. Lots of awesome crafts. Purses. Clothing. Jewelry. Pillowcases. All handmade. Too bad it's only once a year. Collected lots of business cards. Lunch at Traffic Jam. Amber and Autumn ordered the mother of all paninis. It could feed four people. Take-home containers rule. Hair appointment. New red hightlights. I'm firey now. Roar. Allen Park street fair. No mullets in sight. Dissapointed. Apartment clean. Talladega Nights. So funny. Shake and Bake. Nascar remains a mystery to me. SO MUCH PRODUCT PLACEMENT. Need to buy milk now. Peace out. All Lolapalooza travelers - 500 words by Friday morning.