It got better...

Saturday did get better. Sam informed me his friend who has a recording studio had asked him to come see one of the bands he'd been working with.

The band was playing at a local pizza place where a couple of my high school friends work, so I insisted on tagging along.

Because I'm still a little wary of firefox crashing and killing my post, I'm copying over my description I sent a friend via email earlier today.

Pizza was awesome, brick oven-baked, garlicy and lots of different cheeses.

Alcy list included a bunch of snobby stuff we'd never heard of and: PBR. No Miller, no Bud.

Sam & his friend got something that had a very citrusy aftertaste, which Sam's friend didn't like. So after washing my nommy pizza down with PBR I finished off the orange beer too.

The band, who's name I couldn't begin to spell is a mix of QOTSA and Clutch, with a dash of Muse vocals. Also, the drummer is a friend of mine's son. And we sat in the booth RIGHT IN FRONT of them, so yeah, I pretty much couldn't hear squat after the first 5 seconds other than WOOSHWOOSHBANGBANGSTRUMDOOTWOOSHBANGEDOUBLEBASSOFDOOM


Anyways, we had a very good time, and the Red Rocket (my car) has been towed to my fix-it-men.
In the meantime