tomorrow is april 1st and the official cd release party for roadsteamer‘s new album, the most pretentious album since axl’s (8:00 pm at great scott’s in allston, 18+, $8) if that’s not a good omen for the month of april then i don’t know what is.
further proof? friday is santana in concert…aw hell yeah. and the next day? margaret fucking cho. live, bitchez. with liam sullivan. SHOES BETCHES! it’s going to be a really epic weekend, and i’ll be damned if i let work ruin it. or anything else, for that matter.
march is effectively ending and i could not be happier. the first part of the year is always kind of lousy. but the boy and i had a particularly low key weekend, which was nice. also: i properly had some alcohol, finally! god, mr. daniels, how i missed you. last night we saw run fatboy, run. it was so wonderfully hilarious (and a touch gross, too), totally perfect end to the weekend. in fact, i would totally see it again. it was cute and funny. maybe not on the same level as shaun of the dead, but awesome nonetheless. also? david fuckin’ schwimmer? the hell? i never would’ve pegged him as having an iota of talent, or directorial abilities. then again, simon pegg carried the movie.
in other news…i.want.these.so.hard: shelves of untold awesomeness.
are they not the most fabulous things you’ve ever seen? wouldn’t my apartment be that much more awesome if i had these? they’re beyond fabulous! i am so covetous right now, i swear.
and the thing i covet the most:
chris cornell, his voice is so delicious it should be illegal. michael jackson fucking wishes he could ever sound this incredible.
