Tuesday, I went to a large venue to see a popular rock band. In a word: I saw Muse for the first time. I went with my mother and my best friend (Joe). It was perhaps one of the best concert experiences I’ve had. I am without make-up because I was at a sweaty rock show with elbows in my face, sweaty people, and you know, I don’t need make-up. It’s fun and expressive, but it’s just not always me. Passion Pit opened. I enjoy Passion Pit as background music and just mellow listening music, so it was fun. They just aren’t quite a Muse opener. And, the pot-smoking teenagers a couple rows ahead of us almost ruined the collective experience. (Joe, Mom and I were of the opinion that if you insist on lighting up at a public event, do it outside during breaks and before the show. However, their imbibing of a substance wasn’t what really bothered us, we simply didn’t like their rowdy, unnecessary behavior. We’re grumpy old people).

Cleavage shirt had a bra. Cleavage shirt is always much farther down than I remember. And now, a photo spread of the show:

They ended it with Knights of Cydonia and lots of steam. It was a wonderful show. I didn’t know every song played, but it was still a lot of fun. We all really enjoyed ourselves.

All photos of the Sacramento Muse concert are by Joe, because I totally forgot my camera.

Halfway through this week, I was planning on writing this post up. And then, I was planning on posting drawings from Thursday life drawing. That didn’t happen. Why?

That happened (on Wednesday). This car is old enough now that we’re pretty sure it’s totaled. I was really bummed out afterward on Thursday, so I went to class and work, but stayed home otherwise.

Friday, I had a fashion show. That will be a post all its own.

Today, I have a hot date and a game later.

Cíao!