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2009-07-11 11:38 p.m.

I remember I was feeling so miserable, even literally sick to my stomach, when it turned up in the mail. It's my favorite gift ever. I even love it more than that damned chocolate alligator I made so much fuss about until Don finally bought one for me. I'm so upset that I can't find it now.

Ah well, I'll leave it to tomorrow and try to get a decent amount of sleep tonight. I'll probably have to wake at 6am tomorrow morning to get ready and leave in time for the Ra Ra Riot picnic in Golden Gate Park. It's a good thing there's that to look forward to, considering the disaster that was tonight.

Anton and I were late in driving up to Berkeley for the Death Cab for Cutie/Andrew Bird/Ra Ra Riot show today. We could only find parking a long ways off, and a rigorous, hilly walk to the theatre. Anton and I only had $23 cash between us, and the scalpers all shook their heads in disgust when we said that's all we had to offer. We couldn't find any tickets at the door, and all the security guards looked too terrifying to try to bribe.

A few days before, Julian had told me that he once bribed a guard with $20 to let four of them in, but I don't know how he did it. I'm the most shameless person I know, and pretty crooked and criminal. But somehow, I didn't have it in me tonight.

Anton and I wasted forty minutes walking around and around the theatre, trying to figure out what to do. Finally, we found the hills where everyone sits to listen, and camped there with our sushi and tried to make the most of the situation. I was bitter because from what we could hear, Andrew Bird seems amazing live. I could tell, even without seeing him, just from whatever drifted back to us. I was so jealous of everyone actually inside the theatre, though they were enthusiastic and appreciative enough. Towards the end of Andrew Bird's set, I heard some girl slur drunkenly, "But it said zero percent chance of precipitation!" I found this very curious, and chalked it up to the suspicious brown bag she was clutching in her fist.

I just took off my jacket when I felt wet droplets on my forearms, and as I looked up, it rained hard upon my face. It was sunny and raining, and we were on a dirt hill without an umbrella. Also, I was wearing a white tank top, and only half-joked, "well, I guess I'm going to win the wet tee shirt contest". We endured the rain for two more songs (my favorites, Fake Palindromes and Imitosis). When Andrew Bird finished, we heard people around us talk about how good the band before him was. I faintly heard "Ra Ra Riot..." and quickly panicked. I made Anton ask the guys next to us if RRR already played - and they had!

I know I know, we're seeing them tomorrow morning, but I can't dance to an acoustic set on the lawn!

Anton and I decided we didn't want to stay for Death Cab. Of course, it's just our luck that it stops raining as soon as we start to leave. Berkeley hates us. We walked for a long time, looking for a coffee shop, and for the second time this week, stupidly had coffee at 10 pm. After that, the walk back to the car was 100% uphill. The only consolation prize to tonight was the t-rex skeleton in the Zoology hall on Cal's campus that I dragged Anton in to see.

I could upload pictures to facebook and incorporate them into this entry as I usually do, but for some reason I'm loathe to. I also realized today that I blog less because I've been twittering more. Meh.

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