In 1992, I went to Lollapalooza in Saratoga with my then girlfriend, eventual wife, and current ex-wife (all the same person). I remember RHCP and Pearl Jam and not much else. I was just out of the army and I was thrilled to be back in love with ol' whatshername after being gone for four years. The only other concert I have ever been to was Judas Priest when I was in eighth grade. Actually, that was probably a better show.
I'm playing with content this morning. I finally found my HD videos for my
older women site on an external drive. I was afraid that I didn't copy them from my big PC which is still in my camper 3,000 miles away. I'm juggling photo sets as well.
That goddamn snaggle tooth dog is staring at me for no obvious reason, so I should probably figure out what the hell she wants.