Sunday, October 19, 2003
kare's on the bed, feeling like a piece of shit run over twice. i have a hangover, but don't really feel like death. i just regret saying "detroit what?!" to the guy in the bar with the detroit hoodie and then getting stuck in the same shuttle (aka drunk mobile) with him on the ride back, where he supposedly thought we were best friends and he could harass us. we saw a true, all-out bitch fight early in the night... people stepped back, guys tried to get in a break things up, but that just intensified the whole ordeal. kare, with the attitude of "we're in fucking indiana" made us go up on stage three times and dance, usually staying in the back but not being completely shy and going right up to the front of the stage so all thousand people could see us. good times, good times.
Posted by lindsay at 12:46 PM