Went to see a show at the House of Blues on a school night last week. Rob’s work hooked us up with free tickets. I am still recovering. You see my hand in the air, that’s a sign of a good time. I moshed, had beer spilled all over me, busted my arse in the mosh pit…actually I fell on my shoulder. It was such a swift take down that I didn’t even have time to try to break my fall. It still fricken hurts. I keep trying to avoid a little voice in my head that won’t stop asking “are you too old to be moshing?” F-U LITTLE VOICE! *gets ice pack and a cup of herb tea*

