Ricky and I slept in, grabbed some Waffle House, and hung out at the guys' house while the bands loaded up for the Zombie Party at the Fox Hole. The show was incredible (ahem.. Opposites Attack, Benedict Arnold, The Handme Downs, and the Koffin Kats), and it was followed by one of those epic all-night parties.
On a somewhat humorous note, after the show, Mitch, Beth, Ricky and I searched the city for a gas station. Once we found one, the poor attendent thought that I had been mugged and kept asking if he needed to call someone. He even gave me a paper towel for the blood.
What a fucking night.
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