I'm Thinkin' Triple X!

Whoa nelly. I had the best week ever last week. For your reading pleasure, I will recap it in all it's splender with much detail. I picked Angie up at the airport last saturday and proceeded to get the 24 hour flu, which kind of busted our night. Then on Sunday, we did a little shopping and went to a bar and took pictures of ourselves with Hitler moustaches. Monday happened to be the best night of the week because Ben, Lisa, Ezra, Ang, and I went to swing night at Sam's Burger Joint where they had this amazing drink called "Drop and Gimmie", that I slugged down 4 of. We danced the night away, by ourselves, per usual, and went to the Mix. No one knew how drunk Lisa actually was and she ended up making the night the amazing one that it was. She is an amazing party animal.

Tuesday we didn't leave the house.

Wednesday Angie, Rocko, Ben, and I went to see the Warhol/Basquiat exhibit at a museam followed by a trip to the San Jose Mission. We were cultured.

Now here's where it gets good...

Thursday we went to see Turbonegro which, as always rocked my sailor hat right off of my noggin. THEN, Angie and I got matching pizza tattoos that say "Home Slice". Yes, it's true. SO SWEET!!!

SXSW couldn't get any sweeter either.

Friday: Jay Retard and the Bloody Hollies rocked my ungergarments, but Angie and I actually got in to see PEACHES! Fucking Peaches, who I have been waiting years to see. I was on stage (well, halfway) and we clasped hands. I touched Peaches. I also stole her half drank bottle of water and drank the rest. Fuck your mother if you think that is gross, she is a fucking goddess. We are one now. I fucking love her and it was awesome. To top that rad day off, I got to see the SPITS play at a house party. They are one of my favorito bands of all time and I haven't seen them in years, so I was happy. SOOOOO happy. After that amazing day we headed back to our packed (8 people, 1 dog) hotel room and despite the various men snoring, I conked out and dreamed dreams of merkins and retards.

Saturday: After waiting in line for what seemed like an eternity behind masses of pretentious hipsters, Angie, Ezra, and I went to the comedy showcase. There were some alright bands there, The Walkmen (who I've seen), The Ponys (who I wanna like, but just suck live), Sloan (?), Fucked Up (I actually dug them), and whoever else. The real reason why we waited was for the comedians. DAVID CROSS. Tobias. Oh my fucking God. Behind Bill Hicks (who is obviously dead, therefore I will never see), David is my bestest. Zack Galafanackis was there too. The highlight from that show was David Cross walking right fucking past me and Michael Showalter from the State asking me what band was playing. Oh, and we got super fucking drunk off rum and cokes and I stole a bunch of buttons and a tee-shirt. I also stole some stickers and proceeded to put them on every persons ass in the joint. Ha Ha hipsters, I ruined your planned outfits. Fuck them.
Later that night Ang and I went to an all Electro showcase which was nothing short of life changing. I fucking mean that too. I haven't danced that hard since I was a teenage raver. THe only diference was the lack of hallucinogins. As I was shaking that ghetto booty that has a mind of it's own, who walks in but Peaches (!) and J.D. from La Tigre and Peaches keytarist from her current tour. FUCKING AMAZING. So I'm dancing right next to them and having the best time. Everything was perfect and I will never forget my SXSW trip.

Oh, and we saw Jamie Kennedy breakdancing in the middle of the road (?). Weird.

It was amazing and awesome and I came away musically refreshed and inspired. Thank you to everyone who participated in my perfect week. I can't wait to have more fun in Ohio in 8 days.