Oh, I have something utterly delicious in store this weekend:
Couldn't you just eat that up with a spoon?
Seriously. Billie Joe Armstrong is so cute that I just want to bring him home and cook him up a chicken. What's all this nonsense about Glambert setting the standards for guyliner? Sorry--my boy Billie Joe has been doing that since before Glambert even knew there was such a thing as black nail polish.
Ah yes--tomorrow, Green Day returns. Last time I took Teen 1, who wasn't even a teen then--can you believe it? This blog is that old! This time, Teen 2 gets the golden ticket. And in a sign of how much I'm looking forward to this, I'm willing to drive into Minneapolis in spite of the fact that not only is Green Day playing a nearly sold-out show at Target Center, but the Basilica Block Party is going on AND the Twins are playing the White Sox at the 'Dome--a perfect storm of traffic and parking nightmares.
No matter. Billie Joe? I still love you.