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made for a FANTASTIC Wednesday. The Cult put on an incredible show, complete with spitting the crowd with water, the required drunky trying to get on stage and being mauled by six security officers and Ian Astbury pushing equipment off the stage to piss off said security. We were in the pit! My neck is out and my feet are killing me, but SUCH a good show! Top it off with a
trip to Jerry's and there you have a wonderful evening.
However. Mr. "It's my first day" Taxi Driver. When you rear-end someone, when she tries to make things easy but then insists that she needs your information, it isn't exactly in your best interest to toss fifty bucks out the window and then speed away. This makes happy girl not as happy. 'Tis the season?
Lastly, to the only witness of aforementioned accident: You were at the spotlight the whole time. I'm sure you must have heard girl say that the car wasn't hers, but a loaner from the dealer so she couldn't just take money. Logically one could understand the predicament. Illogically, you decide to yell, "Just fucking let it go!" before you drive off. Thanks for your support! It is your attitude that makes girl wish all of LA would drop into the Pacific. Happy Holidays, Douchebag.
But yay for The Cult and yay for friends and yay for Snickers cake with ice cream and fudge that is pushing me into a sugar coma. Mmmmm .... cooooma.