tell me who's invited...YOU, YOUR FRIENDS AND MY DICK

yay!!

kanye west was off the "heezy fo sheezy" if you will...it was hella tight and a good bunch of fun...



...i will say, however, that the wait was quite long as we were subjected to a few really lame first acts. the crowd definitely put the "trash" in "trashville" (which included one girl dressed in nothing but a chain link fence with her dinner plate nipples up and at 'em).



good concert.



*my peeps: ryan, seth, azza and daniel*

the bitch, aside from it being really really hot and me being really really sweaty and me being really really tired, was getting to the car...the non-airconditioned car that seth bought years ago...as we slowly (and i mean SLOWLY) trekked out of the parking garage. we were on the second floor...but it did take us a good 30 FRICKIN minutes to get out of the joint. methinks this is why: probably because either A) the woman at the front of the garage was having trouble with all the numbers or B) ONLY ONE FRIGGIN LANE WAS OPEN FOR PEOPLE TO EXIT FROM!!



damn. cashville's stupid.

anyway, i didn't get kanye's sweaty towel...he was probably in a hurry cus he was off to Pareeee (aka Paris). "he does what he wants, BIEEATCh!"

here's the peeps.