I went to a record release party last night. It was an interesting band called Fannypack. Ha Ha. Funny name. No.

You'd think that the audience would be full of clever people. It was. Full of fucking bullshit hipsters and models and other assorted boring people. I wanted to leave because it looked like everyone looked like they were looking like they were trying to look like they were the ones looking like they were having fun. Isn't that how it always is with some people? The reason why they laugh louder isn't because it's funnier, it's because they want you to know that they thought that it was funnier. That they get it more. That they're having more fun.

My thoughts on this subject: Please don't involve me in your desire to get fucked by the band. I would really prefer that things that can only sort themselves out in private, occur in private.

On the positive side, though, I did have a good time. I enjoyed my company and enjoyed hearing this new group. They're candy, but it's worth listening to this summer. It shouldn't last much longer -- it's going to be a bit flash-in-the-pan fad stuff. Which is sad, because they seem like they'd have a good loyal audience if they didn't go the pop route. Either way, the people I knew there were nice and made me happy.