I had a big weekend. On Friday I went to Raleigh and Megan and me ate chips and watched HGTV. Then on Saturday we went over to Todd and Angela’s and sort of swam and ate fake hotdogs.

Then that night we met up with SE and Noah for dinner. And went to a bar that had 10 different kinds of bitters. I tried rhubarb and lemon. It was an alkie dream. It would be the perfect bar except the bartender was a cocksucker.



After that we went to see Joan Jett who was playing this Raleigh version of DTA5. We went early to get a decent spot in the crowd. The band that opened for her was the most generic Chapel Hill puke in the world. We entertained ourselves with this tattoo:



Strangely the girls in front of me in the crowd turned out to be my best-friend-from highschool’s little sisters.

It was so hot and the band was so shitty I kept waiting for Ethan to demand that we leave. Honestly the only person I would’ve sat thru that shit for was Joan Jett, so this proves I have good friends at least.

Anyway she totally goddamn motherfucking rocked.



The one upside/drawback is that she did several Runaways songs. Which she never ever does and she has her Suzi Quattro hair back. Now on one hand I’m eating it up with a spoon, but on the other hand it’s annoying b/c I know she’s just all selling out b/c of the upcoming movie. Side story, someone told me that she gave her ACTUAL converse hi-tops to Kristen Stewart. I obviously died 1000000 deaths.

The next day we met up with Rollertrain for breakfast. And then blabbed our faces off until the afternoon. I love how talking to Libby is like reading an extended version of her blog. She yelled at me once for being overly “Cary”. But what can I do?