The Team Robespierre record release party was off the chain last night. Off the fucking chain. I woke up fifteen minutes ago with bruises all down my ribs and arms, and one bite mark. I'm pretty sure I was nearly raped when I crowdsurfed, and I don't regret a single second. They really turned their shit out, and I'm sitting triumphantly next to my computer with their CD. I'll probably write more on that when my body isn't destroyed.

Side note: The Golden Error was fucking awesome, too. I didn't hear much/didn't care for much of the other performances, but they were like, bouncing off the walls with this neverending lightshow of energy. And now I'm in mourning for a show in New York. Letdown.