If you weren't at the Whiskey last night...

You missed one hell of a show.

It was The Dreaming's album release party, and the blew the fucking roof off the place, ripping through every song on the new album and capping things off with a few Stabbing Westward songs. I've seen all of The Dreaming's local shows over the last few years--not to mention a half-dozen Stabbing gigs in the 90s--and this may have been the best one yet.

I drank myself stupid, screamed myself hoarse, and came home to find a brand new LOST waiting for me. Thursdays don't get much better.

Of course, I also can't move my neck today. Is there a more pathetic/depressing sign that you're getting older than headbanger whiplash?