i copied this out of my diary because i'm feeling lazy.

beth and i went to see the black halos. apparently no one wanted to come to the show. we stood around waiting for it to begin and billy, the singer of the black halos came over and introduced himself to us. i had never seen the band live before, so i was not sure what to expect. now i know it involves billy taking off almost all of his clothes so that his pants are hanging around his knees and he can stick his hand down his little bikini briefs, not to mention strangling himself with the microphone cord, showing the audience the tops of his naked buttcheeks, and pretending to masturbate a lot. IGNORING THIS, he is actually a very pleasant and entertaining person to chat with. while he can't keep his hands off his crotch for more than 2 minutes when he is on stage, i did not see him put them there the whole time he stood talking to us. that was good. he did, however, put his face on my neck, and i didn't know what to do about it. ha.

he told us about the abandoned insane asylum they broke into last nite to play nancy drew and the hardy boys, and about sneaking up on old people at rest stops with vampire teeth in. he also does an uncanny impression of captain jack sparrow from "pirates of the carribean," and told us that trouble is good. i believe him. thankfully, i did not believe him when he told me it would be a good idea to go out in the lobby and start making out against the video games, or to ask my exboyfriend to borrow a dollar so that i could win billy a stuffed animal from that claw game. ha. he did talk me into walking arm in arm to stand in the doorway in tune to "break on through" by the doors. i couldnt stop laughing.

the show was way fun and i loved that they played "some things never fall." i also loved how billy claimed that his singing sounded like "gentle songbird stylings," whatever that means. ha! a band called 1208 opened the show, who played with gob a few times that we saw them and included the drummer who was in love with beth and spanked me on the butt while tom held me down. he didn't recognize us. while that may be sad for beth (it's not), it is good news for my butt.