the look on my face when i found out love was a lie
Last night I witnessed something wonderful. Imagine this: a man dancing with his guitar with the right dosage of (1) grace and (2) vulgarity. The man was singer of the band Not In Your Face. His moves were perfection and I'm pretty sure at some point I started to envision myself as the guitar. Another sense that was equally captivated: my hearing. These guys were amazing - so much so that I was a little nervous when it came to complimenting the singer. I don't think I've ever used "really" as an adjective more than I did last night. I sounded something like this, "you guys were really, really, really, really good." What a dork. What can I say, I was lost for words. These guys sucked me out dry of any ounce of intelligence - my brain hurt from how unbelievably good they were. It couldn't function properly. Not to mention I was dead tired from letting my inner rock star roam wild and free to the music.