Dahlia

Check out streaming video of still photos taken from Dahlia's (maybe final?) show at the Doug Fir back on June 10.

Great show, better than the last one they did at the Ohm. If you look close, you can see the craaaazy lady dancing in the front row in a couple spots. Too bad you can't see the 6'4 bald man right behind her enjoying the show up right up until the point she turns to him and says, "We have to leave. Now." At which point they bolt from the Doug Fir, where he pours her into the passenger seat of her car and drives her drunk-ass home. (talking about it in third-person makes it seem like it happened to someone else, huh?)

I made the unholy mistake of not eating before consuming a few very tasty, but obviously loaded with alcohol, drinks. It had caught up with me fast by the end of the show. My drunken ranting consisted of equal parts, "I love you soooo much. Seriously. I'm not just saying that because I'm drunk. I really really loooooove you" and "OMG, you think I'm stupid, don't you? I'm so stupid. Look at me being all drunk and stupid."

After dragging me upstairs, getting me undressed and trying to get me to drink some water (didn't happen), he'd reached the point of desperately hoping I would just pass out. I obliged. Yet despite all this, he still STILL wants to marry me. Foolish boy.

Actually, I haven't been that drunk in a loooong time. The only other time I've been that drunk was when my friends dragged me home after I passed out at a strip club that we went to after attending a golf tournament all day. You'd think that I would have eaten some time during the day, but alas I did not. So the passing nine years apparently has dimmed the trauma of the experience enough to have allowed me to make the same mistake twice.