Speaking of Dan Bolton: Now I can't say for certain, but I'm pretty sure he was three sheets (or three sheeps, as Chad Queirolo likes to say) to the wind following the 'Suckers' performance. Whatever the case, he was everybody's "friend"--especially the ladies'--upstairs at Nation, the bar/restaurant where everyone was sweating off the free drinks post-show, looking fashionably languid and yelling "WHAT?" every time anyone attempted to hold a conversation.
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Friday, July 21. Day Two: While Love as Laughter, as usual, kicked ass, Black Halos frontman Billy Hopeless reached new levels of yuckiness as he sweated and contorted through his opening set for the Makers at the Crocodile. To those of you who have heard and believe the ridiculous and unfounded rumor that Billy and I slept together, he dumped me, and therefore I "don't like" his band: AS IF! Billy is disgusting! As anyone who has seen a live show knows, he has nothing in his leopard-print thong underpants to suggest he is a grower, much less a shower. I never thought that you could use the expression "droopy drawers" for thong underwear, but I suggest that you, Mr. Hopeless, ignore the ol' fashion adage that wearing horizontal stripes only adds to your bulk.
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Saturday, July 22. Day Three: Two words: Joseph Arthur. And if you need any more explanation than that, just ask members of R.E.M., the Presidents, Death Cab for Cutie, Harvey Danger, and just about every other local music notable who was in attendance at the sold-out Baltic Room show.
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Sunday, July 23. Day Four: Eddie Spaghetti celebrated his recent quickie nuptials by having a wedding reception at the Crocodile with a hundred or so well-wishers and a flame-decorated wedding cake. 70 Proof played their hearts out in honor of the happy couple, and "best man" Danny Bland almost made me cry with his touching speech. God love each and every one of them.