Busy weekend, again. Yesterday, of course, we went to the Bears game, which although was a win, led to a very unhappy feeling among some of us. The Bears, you see, just don't look very good. Yes, they won. But they just look sad and defeated on offense. I'm not confident that Cedric Benson is a good enough running back to pick up Mr. Grossman's lack of you know, skill. My dad says he's too short, and he just can't see his receivers over the heads of the taller people around him. I say, who cares? He sucks, and that's bad enough. There's no way in hell we're going back to the Super Bowl with these schmucks playing like this. I'm not sure if that's debatable. We may win all our games against the bad teams, but we're going to keep getting creamed by the SD Chargers of the world. And let's be honest, how bad did the Chargers look last night? I only watched the first half, because I was falling asleep on the couch by ten to nine (sunburn and lots of screaming = tired me), but it seemed bad. I think the defense LOST my mom points in the FFL. Anyhow, I did have a very fun time at the game, and doing the tailgating beforehand (not really a tailgater, normally). Although we may have been the ONLY tailgate going on that day where not one beer was drunk. Truthfully, there wasn't even any beer to be had at our tailgate. Still, fun. Glad I went. But not at all optimistic.
On Saturday, Sam and I went to see Rilo Kiley at the Riv. They were very good. Jenny Lewis' voice is the real deal. It's so amazing and pure that the show would have been enjoyable if it were just her out there singing hymns. But the band obviously has a lot of fun out there, so it was enjoyable all around. But man, the crowd. If I thought Kings of Leon or Keane was a hipster scene, I was sadly mistaken, compared to this bonanza of hipsterism. I think I was the only girl there who had no hipster clothing items on. There were a lot of non-hipstery guys there (probably due to Jenny Lewis' indie hotness. I think every guy who's ever seen a picture of her wants to bone her. I'm not kidding.), but the chicks they were with if they were with chicks were little hipster chicks. Obnoxious. The place was musty with the scent of smug coolness. It made me want to scream.
Before the show, Sam and I ate at a little gay bar down the street from the Riv. A gay sports bar. Is there anywhere better on the planet? This is what I need, people. A gay boyfriend who likes football and telling me if I look good in my clothing. When you go to Crew, you feel like it just might be possible. Also, great mini-burgers at the place. If you're interested in that kind of thing.
I think that is all, for right now. My face and chest are sunburned in a bright red color, and I'm feeling kind of out of it this morning, so I can't muster up anything else to say.
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