rap ture

i went to the rex last night with mikey and rebecca, and we met up with d.e. and her friend. i was delightfully buzzed in a happy purgatory between sober and drunk, which was an ideal state for whiteboy dancing. i was also happy because i hadn’t hung out with rebecca in a while, and seeing the rapture is the perfect thing to do in her company. the best realization of the night was that d.e. is just as fun to hang out with in person as she is to hang out with in your mind. the next best is that i totally didn’t look out of place dancing poorly at the show. luke and the boys played all their great tunes, and i even got to sleep in a bed last night.

*update* i almost forgot to relate the fact that luke eye-checked me and pointed his guitar right at me during the show. this was probably either because he could see the coolness and liquor emanating from me or because he recognized me from the topless photos i sent to him. finally.