scott, jason and i drove up to chicago this weekend to see shellac and fugazi play. it was a fun weekend, to say the least.

it started off rather slow, with scott being an hour or so late. i took a picture of him with the joycam, and every time we shuffled through the pictures i said "look…it's scott looking an hour and 15 minutes late." ha ha. let me tell you…that was much funnier in the car.

we got up to chicago and found the venue with only a couple of wrong turns. i forgot my handy chicago street map, so there was a lot of wrong turns. this was a constant theme. i just wanted to make that note.

the show was huge. there were easily more people there than there was for the weezer show that i went up for a couple of months ago. so we're talking…in excess of 7000 people. or something like that. pretty damn packed, to say the least. we waited out front for an insane amount of time, waiting on several people were supposed to meet us at the venue. they finally showed up (except one) and we headed in. we got settled in some seats in the balcony and sat through the ex's set. i wasn't a fan, let's just put it that way. while the ex was playing, i overheard someone saying that shellac had played first. what?! i drove 5 hours and we missed shellac?! because we were waiting for people outside?! needless to say, i was a little put off. i got over it. i heard they played a really short set.

and that's what fugazi proceeded to do, as well. a short set that was made up of a great deal of new songs and only a few of the gems i was hoping to hear. they played smallpox champion, but it was a small concession. what they did play, they played exceptionally well. i'm hesitant to call it a disappointment, but i'm thinking that that's where my feelings are lying.

hey, bob…i paid $5 for a beer, as well. piss warm, even. i justified that extra buck because it was heineken. i wonder if the bud was cold…

we went back to my friend george's apartment after the show, picking up some cold ones on the way. it was a drunken joycam, chicago style pizza kind of night, to say the least. we ended up having quite a bit of fun, and i ended up sleeping for four whole hours on a hardwood floor. ouch.

when we got up, i started the day off with a bang by discovering this. take that, paul…i am the proud owner of a 2-liter. and you said they didn't make it anymore…

the drive home started out rather uneventfully, but scott decided he was going to spice it up, real quicklike. when we were on a random piss stop, scott spied a large two bus group of people. they abandoned their busses to eat at a bob evans across the way. their big mistake: they left one of the bus doors slightly ajar. scott and i took it upon ourselves to pry said door open and take pictures of the interior of someone else's bus.

and then we took a picture of some girl at a stop light, and scott was going to run over and give her the picture, but our light turned green.

and then scott was leaning out of the car window at 75mph to take a picture of some shirtless old man in a shitty station wagon.

and then night came on and we were under millions of stars out in the flatlands of indiana.

and then we were home, safe in our own beds.

and now i'm at work. talk about a shitty ending…