Went to see Finntroll yesterday. If you haven't explored the ways in which black metal and Finnish polka can be combined, check these guys out.

Pic I took at the show: [link]

Listen to some Finntroll: [link]

Also, I love my new apartment

The first of my college friends got married this weekend. It was really, really fun. At first part of me resisted it as a sign that I'm that much of an adult now, having married friends, but really with a couple like that it'd be even more distressing if they -didn't- get married!

Congrats to them!

Like, holy crap.

The "nice" one I could deal with, though I don't really like having people introduce themselves to me by their fake names and acting interested in me in hopes I'll give them money. So phony. Not enjoyable. But I can deal with that. I can appreciate the female form with a sippin' cocktail in hand and chatting with a few pals and all that. Whatever.

But this other place we went to was like, the asshole of humanity. Like, people are OK with this shit? The job description involves having your own towel, windexing the mirror when it gets gross, and trying to tough it out when someone violates you before eventually leaving.

Fuck, that, shit.

It's weird. I don't really feel distressed or upset about it. But it keeps coming up in my mind. I dunno.

Right now I'm actually having an OK evening. Good wine and music. Unwinding.

Another draft of Ever Yet Betokened. Probably the most I've honed a story for awhile.

The "progressive" radio station I'm listening to is playing trance classics for some reason. Marco V, Members of Mayday, Paul van Dyk. It is not unwelcome.

Spent: ~$350
Recieved: Two minor injuries and a lot of memories