We've Been Busy Writing Songs For You

It occurs to me that I still haven't posted about HCT or Iowa shenanigans. Or really given much of sign that I haven't died from surprise!summer!cold, which may actually be surprise!allergies instead. After years and years of gloating about laid-back, easy-going histamine production, it serves me right if my immune system starts getting uppity about pollen. Karma, dudes.

Iowa was, well. ( Iowa. )

( And Des Moines HCT was kind of a sad disappointment. )

I'm not sorry I went because: Panic at the Disco. There is no amount of suffering that isn't worth it for getting to watch Spencer Smith bang the shit out of some drums. (Have I mentioned how Spencer has stealthily moved toward the top of my favorite list? One day he's just the formerly sparkly-girlshirt-wearing, currently bearded-and-hilariously-headbanded drummer, the next I am sighing like a 13-year-old over him. wtf, I ask you.)

But the plot thickens! Who should call me the next day? barnacling! With a ticket to the show in St. Louis! ( And that's how, after a bit of dithering around and an extra trip to the bus station... )

Google Docs wordcount says I'm topping out at over 1500 words. Shutting the hell up now.