redheadedleague

Back from the gym, and feeling really fucking good. Sore, intensely sore, but in a good way. I think I'm getting the old fitness addiction again.

Saw Flogging Molly this past Saturday, at the SF Oyster and Beer Festival. They kicked tremendous amounts of ass. Actually, they pretty much rescued the day, seeing as the oysters tasted like bay silt and the line for Guinness was 45 minutes long. But give me a little quality Celtic punk to dance to, and all is right with the world.

In other news, BayCon is approaching. So I get to geek out a bit.