darcy

Last night I went to a house show and drank a bottle and a half of Boone's Strawberry Hill. The Scurvy Masters were rad pirate punk replete with banjo, keyboard and accordian, and Electric Eye blew the fucking lid off. There was so much energy in that room, everyone jumping around, screaming, and spilling beer on eachother.
Today I found out that the lease on my house is up in August and at least half of my roommates are probably going to move out. That figures, I finally find a living situation that doesn't make me want to throw furniture and the carpet gets pulled out from under me. We'll see what happens.