Kicked off the 2-5 birthday weekend by hearing about 2.5 songs at the O.A.R. show at The Wiltern.
Waking up as a twenty-five year old this morning I realized a few things...
1 - Nobody notices your braces when your friend is projectile vomiting next to a tamale stand
2 - I hate the gay manager at The Wiltern
3 - I am nowhere near the correct age to be responsible for someone else's life. I should just stick to watering my plants and flossing my teeth
It's gonna be a good year.