Went to the Forgive Durden show last night and felt so, so bad for the bands because there was like, no one there, except for some insanely enthusiastic wanna dudebros and, like a dozen other people who spent the majority of the opening acts too busy laughing at them to pay much attention to anything else.

Like, for real, the lead singer of You, Me and Everyone We Know was about half an inch from full out making out with one of them a couple of times.

But there was good company and good music and that makes for good times always.

Plus, there was bonus baby!Brendon in one of the bands. We all kept looking at him and going, "awww." I'm not sure he knew what to think of it, but, you know, baby!Brendon! What were we supposed to do?

Then--entirely too early for my liking--this morning we get the call to head to the hospital. I have yet another niece. She's very tiny, and has ten tiny fingers, and ten tiny toes. Her big sister is spending the night here, and the only way I've managed to get her to sit still for 20 minutes was to watch Family Guy with her. Oops.

Thing the first, in fannish priority: OMG remix! REMIXREMIXREMIX ::dances::
Thing the second (ifp): I heart remix! I heart my remix!
Thing the third (ifp): I heart musesfool.
Thing the fourth (ifp): BABY! Baby, baby, baby!
Thing the fifth (ifp): I am an aunt. It's kind of awesome.
Thing the sixth (ifp): She's so pretty and little.
Thing the seventh (ifp): I heart babies.
Thing the eigth (ifp): I, apparently, have a high schooler of my very own.
Thing the ninth (ifp): He gave me his number. He's in high school.
Thing the tenth (ifp): I don't know how I feel about that.