whaaaaa!!!!!!!! is the sound my joints are making right now. they are screaming at me, "why the fuck did you put us through that ish last night? can't you feel the pain today???". On a superficial level they're pissed, but deep down they know that they had a damn good time getting soaked in my own (and other peoples') sweat, stomping on other people, getting stomped on by other people, blowing out my ear drums (just a little), sneaking a joint, making fun of *that guy* (he was EVERYWHERE), falling on my ass(still hurts today) but mostly from the drinking beforehand, getting pulled up off my ass too strongly, flying forward into the pit, doing a backsomersault to avoid being crushed, then being crushed a few minutes later, raging during "the brews" with dan, losing everyone and seeing only dustin, alex, yagi and later only dan, being semi-impressed with alkaline trio, but not enough to actually say i like them, watching NOFX's anti-bush video and trying to decide if it was a sad case of preaching to the choir or preaching to the unmotivated, changing my voter registration, skanking, looking at eyecandy, rushing on adrenaline and hyper-clarity, sitting on dustin's couch post show in front of dharma & greg numbness passing from my knees up through my ears making them ring, waiting to get sober post-show then realizing i'm not actually drunk, but having a weird mixture of exaustion and excess aclarity, driving sils to lot 19 and eventually home, dreading the fact that i had to take my contacts out & brush my teeth, hitting the bed...HARD, somehow waking up half an hour earlier than my alarm, trudging to the shower, struggling to force myself out of the glorious steamy hot shower, getting out refreshed but still in pain...

aaah good times - i need to go to some more shows...