Listen and learn. It is time for prancing.

Now we are here for Caramell Dancing.

I just finished eating my dinner (Froot Loops) and now I feel like writing a blog to make up for yesterday. I got home at about 11:00 PM last night, and I didn't even feel like taking a shower. I think I smelled like a crazy white person by that time. So, I just read for two hours, until I finally finished Redwall. Gosh, that's like my favorite book; I think I want to reread the entire series this summer.

Anyway, yesterday was pretty uneventful for me. I just went to lessons, went to Daniel's house, and went to a benefit concert. You know, same old, same old. I went to Daniel's house to plan out our service learning project, but we pretty much accomplished nothing. Ah...reminds me of the good ol' days. Though, he and I had some nice manly conversations on the way to Fernandez Park; talking about our feelings and such.

The concert was pretty cool, though. I got to hear Tony's band perform live, but the best band there was A Class Act, obviously. I hope I can play bari as well as Zach someday, and at least look half as cool doing it, too. The craziest part of the concert was mosh pit in the middle. People were just pushing and punching everyone that touched them. Tony made me go in, and in the midst of the frenzy, I found myself on his back. I guess I overestimated his strength because within seconds, I ended up on the ground, with him on top of me. Parts of my body still ache. I touched so many big sweaty men last night; I feel so unclean right now.

There was also this big Asian bodyguard that kept checking me out from the second I got there. I was just minding my own business when suddenly I feel an arm around my shoulder. It felt rather large, so I was about to say, "Tony, I already gave you a hug. What else do you want?" But it turned out to be that big Asian guy! I was kind of alone, so no one would have heard my screams of terror. He asked me if I had a sister that went to UC Davis; I said yeah. And then he said, "So that must mean you're Bryan." I agreed again, and he asked me about my band life. After the interrogation was over, he left, and I was kind of scared for the rest of the night. I guess my sister and I really do look exactly alike.

All in all, the night was fun. The music was cool and left my ears ringing until the morning. It was hilarious watching people get dragged into the mosh pit against their will. It was even funner getting carried military-style by Mohid and Will through the middle. Tony even picked me up in his arms and used me as a battering ram through the crowd. Reminds me of freshmen year when we used that technique to get to 4th period Mr. Laird's class on time.

Today was pretty boring, like most Sundays have been lately. I was just stuck home alone like usual, and I took the liberty of uploading my blooper reel onto YouTube. Um, here's the video, for all of you curious cats out there: