Friday night, enjoying myself at the concert, an observation that I had long ago forgotten about made its appearance once again: lesbians can’t dance. Imagine a penguin having an epilectic seizure. I really should start going out more, because I tend to forget about these things. Oh, and I’m pretty sure some of them were on seconds dates. How could I tell? Because there were a lot of U-Hauls outside.
But, yeah, most excellent concert.