Feed the need and throw some scorn

It's Maydays this weekend. Actually, it started Thursday night, but Carrie and I walked up today. I only go to Maydays for one reason: lemon shake-ups.

We ended up eating up there, too, cheese stix and gyros. We sat on the wall and listened to some band play.

They were...out of their league with some of the songs they chose to play, to put it nicely.

They made "Wicked Game" so unsexy that I fear my libido may be permanently damaged.

We threw scorn at them.

Unfortunately, since I live only a few blocks away from the square, I can still hear them. It's like the mediocrity followed me home.

For whatever reason, this whole ordeal has made me sleepy.

I think that band sucked out some of my awesome.

I don't know what they did with it, though. They certainly didn't use it.