Last night's concert was a completely cathartic experience.

Got a ride from Matt. Franny came with and she's as great as ever. Those two are like Flavey and I... times ten. I don't fondle my friend's rack that frequently, thank you.

While waiting in line for tickets, there was this massive and sudden down pour plus strong gales. It looked like any random hurricane footage sans the cars being swept away. If the place didn't get so damned humid afterwards, I wouldn't mind too much.

There were so many cute guys at that concert. It so did not help my recent attempts at regaining control of my libido. And a lot of gay guys were there as well. I felt like flirting but, knowing my luck with present company, I'd end up deflecting them to Matt's direction on accident. Besides, they're all so damn young now! I'm feeling much older, and not in the good, mature, and legal - alcohol - imbibing way. Yergh.

The three opening bands were all locals... and sis and I were shocked that the local scene has FINALLY gotten better. No where near as good as Orange County's or Long Beaches', but it's getting there. Oh, and I wanted to jump the bones of practically every lead singer. It's a pity that they probably live on the other side of town... Man, sometimes I wish I live in Henderson.

So... Something Corporate. Great great great great great. The group didn't get to the front from the beginning, but by the start of their set I was able to squeeze into the front. Franny and I screamed along with all of the songs. And everyone in the band were in rare form tonight. Definitely their best Vegas show so far. Especially with the new version of "Konstantine" that Andrew played. Mmph!

After the show we went outside and ran into William Tell (one of the guitarists) and I got my cd booklet signed while we talked about how much Warped Tour sucked last year. Matt was trying not to lick him all over. Franny was likewise. Sis stood back and chuckled softly.

I was a bit upset that I used up my last shot on the camera during the concert. This would've been a wonderful addition to my "photos with band members" collection. Doesn't hurt that he's loads of eye candy too.

It's bad enough that the lead singer from One More Weekend had a geek backpack. Rowr. New-found weak spot.

Bad libido. Bad! Down boy!

Finally got home 'round midnight. Took a shower to get that nice concert stench off of me and went to bed.

It was a good day.