Ssshh.

There are four balloons in the backseat of my car. I decided to go out to the Library Voices show last night and am glad I did. The energy in the room was crazy. I talked with Chris from the bookstore about how I was going to be spending SO much time in the bookstore over the summer. I said we should play a game of Bookshelves and Capital Cities. I think he was slightly intoxicated. He went up for the encore.

I had a beer. I danced around. My neck was covered in the good kind of sweat. I guarded my face from the chick in front of me who was dancing like she was at a Metallica show. I saw a guy who was being blown away by Library Voices. We were drinking the same beer. I smiled at him. He smiled at me.

Half of the room was comprised of drunk high school kids who were fucking annoying. Balloons fell from the ceiling. I felt like I was at prom, or I guess what movies have taught me feels like going to prom. I've never been.

There are four balloons in the backseat of my car. It was a good night.