I went to see the rocky horror stage show.
It was really good. We were front center, and I got hit in the eye when they threw candy. I liked Frank'n'Furter and Columbia. Riff Raff was annoying. Rocky was okay, but had a really strong australian accent. The extras were good. The people sitting behind us were lame.
That kind of sounds like it sucked, but it didn't.
The hotel was nice. Drinks at the bar were super cheap.
We ate pizza and pancakes and giant breakfasts.
We saw the dinosaur exhibit.
Museum of contemporary art was CLOSED, except for one floor of aboriginal art.
It was lame. I wanted to see giant spiders and blank canvases, not so much... dots, you know?
I bought comic-book related items.
Marly bought me the black canary women of the dc universe bust and an old longbow hunters poster. But framed, you know?
Currrrrrently reading The Spirit. It's so good.
I fucking hate Frank Miller though.