The best part of a good rock show is the way it sparks that feeling deep down that you have something great to achieve.
Incubus totally rocked my face off. They were all very polite in the meet and greet: I want to take Mike and put him in my pocket forever, Ben is totally perfect and I wonder if he is taking applications for kick ass, busty, librarian girlfriends, Brandon is pretty in a perfume ad kind of way (he didn't win me over until he did this total body thrust at the microphone stand and that is when I decided I would give him my last drink ticket), Chris's dreds are enviable, Jose has the sweetest smile you have ever seen on a soft-spoken drummer. There were more couples practicing PDA than I would have liked, but other than that, 'twas a good experience. I highly recommend experiencing Incubus live.
Chuck just came and sat down beside me. He sure is a sweet boy, with his passionate eye contact and extra furry neck. It is time for some puppy kisses.
Oh, and 7 points on my Propriety Card for not saying anything inappropriate to the band (except for telling them they probably shouldn't be drawing on the linen tablecloth as it didn't look disposable to me).
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Ben is mine.
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