Sweat

We caught Marylin's bathrobe and beard party. Again beard envy was present. Lalo's bathrobe reads: Celine Dion - A New Day.

Music Under the Stars. You never watch the band. Its just drinking, talking shit, and laying down on blankets.

Sleepercar at Stateline. Every time I have a good time at a show in El Paso, it becomes reminiscent of other cities. But not Sleepercar. This was an El Paso show!

A toddler's shirt I saw at Camino Real. I wish they had my size.

My Aunt, Gaby. She married Tom on Friday. It was a great ceremony and reception. The complimentary free light beer was awesome. My little cousin, Allen. What a cutie pie.

Fuckeye at Club 101. The show was weird in organization and lineup. But locals Buckeye and By Tomorrow had great sets. For Buckeye, it was a DIY show in an oversized venue; acoustic, no mics, yeah!

Abe Vigoda. Very happy campers in an uncertain world.

No Age. The biggest fucking thing these days, I hear. I hope they don't come out with lunch boxes.

All the out-of-town bands were great, save for Infinite Body. You know those shitty out-of-town bands that happen to get a good slot at a show, and fuck over your local favorites. Yeah, that was him. Random noises and flood lights don't sell for me.