So come dance this silence down through the morning

Last night I got to get out of the house and head on down the White River Amphitheatre for a nice night of music and awesome hanging out. The GooGoo Dolls and Counting Crows were playing and CC is one of my (and the PBG's) favorite bands.

We grew up on it, you know?

And it's like Adam Duritz is singing directly into your heart, you know?

Such a girl thing to say, I know, but it's true.

So we headed down to the venue, where these cool cats I know work, and we got the Homie Hook-up, which (can I just say?) rocks.

We were originally ushered in and seated in the second closest section to the stage, a bit off to the side for the GooGoo Dolls set, but when Counting Crows came on, the Homie Hook-up went into full effect and we got to get right down in that awesome part of the concert seating reserved for those weirdos that win tickets on radio shows and hooked-up homies. And it was almost dead center. Great great seats.

I wish I could say more about the concert except that we had a great time, but honestly, I was dead tired by the end of the night, got less than minimal hours of sleep, went to work, came home, and now am still dead tired, so I just can't think of words to say, since the language center ceased doing any significant sort of processing several hours ago.

Now I just want to take a nap, but I since I was aided in getting through my work day by more than 60 oz. of caffeinated beverages, I'm mostly dead tired and a little bit jittery.

But not the least bit sleepy, nope!

Yeah, that's not so much working out for me.

Viva la weekend of sleep to come!