My sister Jenna and I went concert-going again Tuesday night, where we pranced about at the front of the stage, sang loudly in each other’s ears, and I drank a lot of beer to no tremendous effect. I hate beer.
But yeah, we saw Langhorne Slim again :]
So what’s of note?
That he sang “Colette,” got especially hilarious with his mid-song storytelling, that I trolled a former best friend of Jenna’s present at the show who became a total dick to her over the past few years, and that I got to meet and shake hands with the opening band’s trumpet player who was totally hot and I was definitely maybe flirting with. His name was Charlie. I think we had a moment and could of had more—that he held onto my hand a little too long. Jenna can tell you if I was simply delusional (I’m slow to pick up on flirtations), but… unf. Charlie.
Anyway, what follows are some photos I took mid-concert. Look under the cut if you’re interested in our faces…. in ambient and ~concert strobe lighting, to boot.
So we’ll start with with main man again:
And then move into us weirdos. Here’s Jen:
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And me drinking that crappy beer… with my school pal John photobombing in awesome fashion:
Sisters laughing and getting silly. More familiar territory:
And John’s face again. Lol.
