Last Saturday we chilled (there can be no debate, “chilled” is exactly accurate) with rock stars and celebrities in a beautiful manse (Lori says it was more a manse than a mansion, and I believe her) in Calabasas. The next day neck and I saw Opeth at the House of Blues and I was overwhelmed by metal. Friday night we went to Pomona and saw a “secret” Bright Eyes show , at which Lori almost made some poor emo kid cry. Last night we saw the Weezer/Foo Fighters show at the Long Beach Arena, which was satisfactorily arena-y with terrible acoustics and lasers and lightshows like they must have in heaven and confetti cannons (hopefully outlawed in heaven).

Today is my birthday. I'm hanging out in the tea room of the MJT, and then tonight neck is taking me to a hockey game.