Frank Black rocks.

Jesse and I went to see Frank Black last weekend. There's been a ton of stuff he's released I haven't had a chance to listen to, but I enjoyed the show nonetheless, and even rocked out a bit.

The best parts were:

1. Running into my friend Shelly who I haven't seen for 5 years. Turns out she was trying to track me down, but I was unlisted. Yea for Shelly! I missed her mucho.
2. Comparing the band members to other people.
   

Bad pic to compare, but this Eric looks like a perfect old fat Eric Reichart. Seriously. It was hilarious.

Duane kinda sorta looks like Dylan Walsh from Nip/Tuck.
I told him this after the show and he said he'd check into it.
I think he's going to assume I just think he's super hot.
See below:

Dylan Walsh of Nip/Tuck

3. Grabbing a slice at Luce afterwards. It's been awhile.

The worst parts were:

1. The drunk LOUD and TALKATIVE guy behind us. No, Frank can't hear you, so stop talking. He tried to argue with Jesse after he asked him to quiet down, but shut up quickly when Jesse ignored him.
   
2. The short, fat, drunk chick who kept thrashing, I mean dancing, as if she had all the room in the world.
3. Her annoying pogo happy boyfriend who stepped on my foot. Thank goodness Jesse was there to protect me.

It was a good night followed by lots of sleep and a mellow Saturday. Life . . . it is good.