Trent Reznor is Effing Hot

Today I received the following message (entitled "long drives down pch") on Myspace:

"rockin out to a basement on the hill would be divine. the only way to make it better is with some cornbread and mac and cheese at boston market."

At first I thought the message was from my dear friend Greg Poppe, but it turned out to be from another Greg whom I have never met or even heard of. Then later today, Eugene called me and made mention of the fact that we needed to go to Boston Market together, but I didn't have his number in my phone, so I thought it was this Greg character for about 2.5 seconds. It was weird.

Last night, Angela and I saw NIN in San Diego. For me, the experience was more or less a dream come true since I'm pretty much obsessed with NIN. The Dresden Dolls opened, and they were lame as balls. In fact, the only half-decent song they played was a NIN cover. Fortunately, Trent and his posse came out in a very timely manner and played over an hour-and-a-half-long set that is still blowing my mind. When I thought it couldn't get any better, it did. And they played songs from almost (if not) every album, including some of my all-time favorites. The lighting effects were also out of control, and Trent Reznor's energy and stage presence exceeded my greatest expectations. As a side note, Trent was also looking particularly attractive. Apparently, when he's not into drugs, which he isn't anymore, he's pretty keen on protein smoothies and working out (but not in a gross sense). The people at the show were also "pretty special," as Angela would say. Lots of dominatrix outfits, some cracked-out fairy types, and people making out and licking excessive amounts of sweat off each other (which probably only describes the people directly in front of Angela and me because we obviously just get lucky when we go to shows together). The only downside to the whole evening was the shitty venue it was in. But I suppose I can't complain about seeing NIN in a smaller venue setting with general admission seating.

Moral of the story? Our trip was a huge success, and it also led to an important discovery: it is impossible for Angela and me to go through a fast food restaurant drive-thru without experiencing something extremely weird (namely from the person taking our order). On one occasion, when it was taking us a long time to order, the drive-thru attendant began snoring and "woke up" reluctantly when we finally decided what to eat. Another time, this Wendy's employee made a big to-do about how they were out of milk, and last night, this dude at Taco Bell was a cross between that annoying guy in Office Space who says, "Get a room, you two...hehehehehe!" and a bored kid who livens things up via overly-animated announcements on a PA system. Yeah...

Hmmm...that was probably really unfunny in the telling. Sorry.

Anyway, I'm beginning to realize that I really do post entries that are way too long. Thus, I will try to bring this to a close. A few last points:

• As we were exiting the freeway today to take Angela home, we saw this kid (roughly 13) selling cherries right before the stoplight at the end of the offramp (this is a frequent scene in southern California). To this, Matt exclaimed, "Hey, roll down your window, Jen, and tell him you'll pay him five dollars if he lets you touch his wee-wee."
• Angela's sister, Raven, is pretty amazing. I already knew this, but seeing her yesterday at Angela's mom's house reaffirmed this fact. She even bought me a book entitled Bad Cats, which pictures cats looking less-than-stellar with hilarious captions underneath each one.
• Tonight, it will be Mexican food and Zoolander, a nice combination, I think.
• I saw Rishi Shah last night. That made me happy.
• Tommorow I find out if I got the job at Nordstrom. Ugh, job-hunting is pretty much the worst thing ever nowadays. And it seems that whatever I do will be less-than-thrilling.

Hasta la pasta!