one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces

went to see ben folds tonight with my bestie from NV, bec, who i've known for 9 years now (!) but haven't seen in ages. it was good to catch up. we ate a way overpriced (but delicious) dinner and talked about old times. and we decided to team up to write a screenplay about our high school adventures. i use the term "adventures" loosely, since bec and i were co-presidents of the drama club (read: nerd alert).

bec also told me a hilarious story about watching "harold and kumar go to white castle" with her grandparents over the high holidays. classic.

ben folds was ben folds, which means he's awesome, but it wasn't my favorite show ever. he lost me pretty early on by playing only uber-new tunes, which are not as good as the old stuff. but he won me back during his solo set, during which he played "eddie walker" and "don't change your plans" back-to-back. and seriously, you haven't lived until you've heard his cover of dr. dre's "bitches ain't shit." (bassi, you know what i'm talking about, and eel, it's on your upcoming mix.)

also, the shitheads at radio city music hall for some reason decided that ben had to be off the stage at 11pm ON THE FUCKING DOT, which meant he left the stage before he could finish his last song. here's a picture of him walking off the stage:



the audience was PISSED, so i suggested we riot "like we're in paris," but i was met with blank stares. BLANK STARES.

speaking of blank stares, don't forget to vote today. unless, of course, you plan on voting for a republican. in that case, stay home and bang your head against a wall instead.

go corzine.