The Roots

Last night was a little bizarre. I first I felt like I was bribing people to come see an awesome show for free, and then we ended up having a nice group. It kinda made me feel old. Anyway.

So of course the Gallivan was packed. We waited in the beer line for an hour. Then we waited in the line for the bathroom for 2o minutes. Then we left. I didn't even get to hear The Seed.

Of course every outing at the Gallivan is like a reunion. Saw lots of people. I was keeping a count of the ones that I ran into that I had had some sort of sexual contact with (more than kissing). I ended up with 6.

I bitched a lot in the beer line. I talked about how old people should be banned, and kids should be banned, and emos should be banned (even though I like them), and ugly people should be banned, and people over 225 pounds should be banned. It will be nice when it settles down and all of Salt Lake is not at the Gallivan.

There were a lot of quotables too. I can't remember most, but my favorite went a little something like this:
Tyson: [flicks Jarett with a rubber band]
Jarett: Ouch that hurt!
Tyson: You hurt my feelings.
Jarett: What are those?
Tyson: They are little stones that I carry around in my pocket.
Jarett: Well you should lose them because they are worthless and weighing you down.

I learned a couple of things too. The dude I randomly put my arm around last week thinking it was one of my friends only to discover that it was not, was still actually someone I know. Guys are way cruel, especially to women. There are some people that I need to stay away from because they are no good for me, even though they are not doing anything that is particularly bad. Oh and headaches suck.