• Saw Pistolero play at the Gypsy Lounge. Predictably, they were amazing. This is a huge relief to me as I primarily go to the shows to support my coworker (he's in the band) and thankfully, they always put on a good one. Two birds and all.
• Caught the Detroit Cobras play at Detroit. Another consistently awesome band. Nothing but good things to say about them. Also, this show marked the first of theirs where none of my ladies or I broke bottles, poured beer on someone, or otherwise misused precious, precious alcohol. Progress!
• Went to Disneyland to have dinner at the Blue Bayou. Also while there, decided to fit in by acting 10. Tell me you're not surprised.
• Enjoyed some of the most consistently beautiful days down at the beach. My friends, bikini season is GO.
• Managed to acquire one of my (many; see also: falling down stairs while reading) freak injuries: I sprained my fingers? hand? something! on the ocean floor. I don't know how, either. (Actually, I kinda do: alcohol, skinny dipping, and 2am. Oops.)
Of course, my friends have been understanding about my newly crippled state:


While I described it, to him, as sprained fingers, I really have no idea what the fuck happened other than OMG IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS. I mean, I bruised my palm. I did't even know that could happen:

Live (stupidly) and learn (useless things), I suppose!