So I took my old ass down to North Park Saturday and Sunday. By Monday, I was a wreck. Felt like I'd been hit by a truck.
Was it because of all the drinking? No, I don't drink.
The drugs? Nope. Caffeine is my only drug.
Oh, ok, it was all that moshing and dancing, right? Nah, those days are long past.
So what did I do to make me feel like this? Two things:
- I stood up for a long period of time.
- I stayed out late.
That's it. This is what my life has come to. Embarrassing. Had a good time though.
I recorded a lot of video, which I will be posting. My camera records awesome sound, but terrible video. Keep that in mind.
Oh, yeah, and I know I'm too old to be doing this shit. But the bands that I mainly went to see: Toys That Kill, The Bananas, Everready (who I missed, FUCK), and Scared Of Chaka, are all as old/older than me. So fuck off.
