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Saturday, September 05, 2009

Saturday night lights....or something

Dinner at the Cellar. Hello tater tots! (not as good as the Skylark but they have the 3 dipping sauces so that puts them in a league of their own). Then we walk across the street to Middle East & listen to Cymbals Eat Guitars, someone I can't remember & The Pains of Being Pure at Heart.

My dates: Physics John (he's in for the weekend from his snazzy new postdoc position at NYU) & Corina!!!!! Bring on the free High Lifes.....sister's wearing out a short skirt!

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3 Comments:

Blogger The Metaphysician said...

ooohh - how was Cymbals Eat Guitars? Builttospill-errific, I hope.

9:14 PM

 
Blogger emertron said...

OMGOMGOMG. Sooooo good that I texted you from the show!!! Outside, after the show, I had a delightful conversation with the drummer, Matt. Awesome guy. Really nice guys. And amazing musicians. Go. See. Them.

11:06 AM

 
OpenID pliggot said...

That sounds like an awesome show!

5:30 PM

 

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