cross another off the list

Bishop Allen rocked the stinky, beer-soaked socks off all those damn hipsters. Oh my, it was grand.
How grand?
a) As grand as a text message conversation with the guy you have a crush on.
b) As grand as being hit on by a spectacularly drunk hipster.
c) As grand as talking to CHRISTIAN RUDDER. HIMSELF. OH MY GOD I AM TOTALLY A BEATLES GIRL. Woo.

Plus, the opening band was amusing, and played some Bob Dylan, and Beth and I had a truly super time making fun of people and creating spontaneous art with plastic cups and the hoodie-hoods of lameass boys. And I got a tshirt. And talked to Christian. Did I mention that? Because I totally did.