hey you. no smorking! that's right we won't take any of your smorking around here.

so yesterday. lml and rachel had an adventure. thought we were just going to a show at someplace called the "hipster halfway house." must be new we thought as we had never heard of it before. it did sound kinda like the name for a venue in a movie that mocked emo kids. oh those poor emos. anyway, we get a little lost, but finally find the address, realizing this is no venue, but a warehouse some guy has put couches, twinkly christmas lights and a sound system in. which of course totally kicked ass, no matter how unexciting the show turned out to be. we sat on this crazy couch, the kind that's so low to the floor that your knees end up higher than the rest of you and you might as well be sitting on the floor. yea. and this girl was talkin to us. "what do indie rock boys eat? are they fed nothing but lentils? and how would it feel to be the token fat kid?" she wondered aloud. lml sure didn't know but she had a good laugh. after the first band, came the second, which was black black ocean. and they were wonderful. in the same wonderful manner of whirlwind heat. their guitarist had these crazy rubber legs and they moved of their own accord. during the third song his legs seemed to be moving his little hiney towards us and we were confused, and suddenly he was sitting on the couch between us playing his crazy legged heart out. and we were pleased. and giggly. good show. good show. the last band was so bad we couldn't get through one song, and exited the premises. and that my friends was the thrilling denver warehouse hipster crazy legged adventure. yes.

you ahould check out the sun because they are awesome. and their video for carry it all makes lml *giggle like a little girl. yes, and listen to that song cause it rocks.

(*=must be said in a french accent)

that is all.