ok, now that that shit's over...

what happened? looks like we're around 210 b.c. these days, peeps, and girthy's missed the summer. too busy not watching the farce in the far east.

we just wear their t-shizz.

on the plus side of freedom: we did sit out the national anthem at the actually-in-reality-next-to-but-originally-billed-and-sold-(falsely)-as-the-LA$T-PLAY-@-$HEA... and then stood after it ended and out-cheered everyone else right after.

of course, our cheers were, "GO TORTURE!" and "TORTURE RULES! GO USA! GO TORTURE!" girthy got us some funny looks--but, people, these were fucking billy joel fans. like we used to be.

then we stood up again, later on... and left as soon as billy gave us this vital cue: "...and on guitar... jon mayer."

your bacon is always a wonderland.