Thanks to George Washington and Abraham Lincoln for Giving us More Weekend for our Money

This weekend was great... that's pretty much a trend these days. I decided it's preparation for summer which hopefully will be a near overdose of amazing spontaneity and perfect times with human beings that I care about. Think "The Bends." Most of it is documented on photograph, so I'll share.



Recording in a kitchen is cool because food and water are always close at hand.



Our hotshot producer, Matt Folk, contemplates what can be done about our sound, alcoholism and constant infighting.



We played a Myspace secret show later that night in my bathroom.

Mimi is getting a series of self-described "Butt Poems" published later this year.

Sam, our Thin Mints rep, tells us the details of our endorsement deal.

So, uh.

I think this is a priceless photograph.

Miles, our engineer, tries to differentiate the real from the not-real.

Lucky tried to stay quiet.

The glamor triplets.

We spent a fair amount of time on YouTube Sunday watching There Will Be Blood clips... "I drink your milkshake!" in particular.

The essence of glamor is nicotine addiction.

"Don't even try to explain, Robert."

Don't you sass me.

Notgay.

"Come on, please, just everyone come in here and watch Cabin Fever with me?"

Red Rum

"OH! OH! That was it! I SWEAR"
"Convenient, Miles, seeing as no one else was actually watching."

Shenanigans.

"No, seriously, get off me."

"Betch!"

My butt meets Robert's belly for the first time at a party.

Captain Creepin'

It's an optical illusion. They're not really in a band together.

"No one is allowed past."

L to R: Confused, Perplexed+Unamused\

Those pictures are out of order... it began with a show in the library of KHS. It was fun and I think we played well with a few lovable mistakes, like being out of tune and cutsily getting back in. And then, Saturday was a movie night. Sunday was a movie night. Monday we recorded music. Monday evening, Liz Rand and I hung out at the Wawa which was good for conversation but not good if you didn't want to get accused of stealing a Snicker's ice cream bar. And then, for fear of forgetting my weekend, I barely talked to anyone in school. I was straight tired. For the record, Sam is not a thin mints rep... she's our band mom.

BLAGHENJOY!
-Joe