"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

It took three mocha lattes, two espressos and two cappuccinos--Jesus, those things are loaded--but I finally got her number.

She wrote it down in a cherry colored lipstick and said she was free on Friday after six.

The only problem is....that number looks a lot like Mike's ex's number. Bros before hos? I need to think about this.

But this kind of stuff aside, yesterday's festivities went pretty well. The boys put on a good show at the bar and I'm looking forward to them attracting a lot of the talent scouts that went there. I don't know how that guitar smashing thing would look to the scouts, but it made the crowd go batshit crazy.

Now that is entertainment. Not so much on falling flat on your face from a failed crowd dive, but that one got a couple of laughs as well.

I can't do the talk, like the talk on the TV
And I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything, but I'd do anything for you
I can't do anything except be in love with ( you. )