In an effort to expand my e-reach around the Interweb (hmm, something definitely doesn't sound right about that clause), I will be taking took my antics over to why.i.hate.dc later today with an easy three-step-guide on how to not end up on this blog by acting like an asshole at the 9:30 Club. And while it's already written, it won't go up until 3 p.m., or, as I now know that time, when the Dr. Phil show comes on. (I'm really, really good at being unemployed.)
In the meantime (and since we're on the topic of concerts), I invite everyone -- even Dr. Phil -- to come out to Solly's at 11th and U tonight to catch not only me at the
The show starts at eight o'clock. And there's no cover! It's really a dream come true. Well, it will be until 10 p.m. rolls around and I muck up the legitimately talented vibe with my personal brand of retardulosity. Aww...but if I see you not dancing during my playlist, you better at least be drinking! Don't make me blog you. No, seriously.
Read that easy three-step guide to not being a dick at a concert HERE. And, just for good measure...