So. . . I can post this here, because I'm pretty sure Seema doesn't read my journal. 

Honey, if you're seeing this before 7 PM tonight. . . Stop reading. :P

Anyway, as part of a month of birthday celebration, I'm taking my girl out to a show tonight.  Now, she's seen these guys years ago, possibly as one of her first concerts.  So, really, this is more something I felt like doing for me and surprising her with, because that's how I roll[0].  Yes kids, we're going to see the 90's wonders that are the Presidents of the United States.

At any rate, that in itself isn't blogworthy, short of possibly confusing some of the folks who only know me for listening to the goth/industrial set.  No, something much bigger came up.

In poking around trying to figure out who the openers are, I realized that Jack Talcum is actually Joe Jack Talcum, who used to be involved with the Dead Milkmen.  If you are not aware of who the Dead Milkmen are, thenmrdisgruntled will be around shortly to hit you in the head with a tackhammer for not hitting Wikipedia before asking stupid questions.

So yeah, Ethiopian food, Punk Rock Girl, and Peaches. 

This should be a good night.


And for anyone wondering, no, I am not so 90's that I also opted to see Wheatus and Nada Surf on their respective dates.  On the other hand, if Nerf Herder is still around and comes through down, I'll probably shit my pants.  Yes kids, my highschool and college days were populated both with lots of metal and punk, and a nice dose of nerd rock.  I discovered other stuff later.

~EEE~

[0]  For anyone about to bust out the Haterade, note that I already threw her a badass party, and am taking her to a much bugger surprise on Friday.  Furthermore, suck my balls.