oh, and i totally forgot...

I went to see a punk show at this venue called the Black Sheep with my friend Willow, a copy editor, and one of the interns, Rina, who's a grad student at Berkeley and the arts intern. It was about what you would expect at a place called the Black Sheep: a couple scene kids, a couple hipsters... the usual punk show crowd. But there in the middle was one couple who stood out not because of their multicolored hair or odd clothing choices, but because they looked like they were going to a rodeo. Hicks, like I haven't seen since I left Columbus.
So the bands were pretty good, I hung out with some interesting people, and left with a ringing in my ears so loud that I think Rina and I were shouting at each other in the car on the way home, but I'm not really sure. All I know is my ears were still ringing when I woke up this morning. Like I needed another reminder that I went to a show — the huge black I'M UNDERAGE x's in sharpie on the back of my hands (still there as I'm typing right now) were reminder enough.
So that was my first Black Sheep experience.
...Can't wait to go back.

I wasn't really allowed to take photos... this was with my phone. I like this guy's pants.

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