No Briefs, Only Boxers

there have only been two times i have given up to the notorious power-nap and actually woken up from it to continue my night as planned.

once was to see zombie! a musical, and once was last night: to see bum city saints play at the chaos-loving boxwars.

and it was 50056% worth it. i stumbled into cellspace on three hours of sleep, a one-hour speed-nap, and ten hours of work-- complete with that cloudy post nap-brain that sometimes feels more disorienting than the delirious brain before the nap.

and before i was even done paying the $7 cover, i was surrounded by cardboard samurais, gigantic drunken owls, dinosaurs, and even cardboard cats. they were all readying for battle.

i'll say this: i had a rad fucking time and i didn't even drink. think that one over. it was like the sf pillow-fight meets homeless-halloween. it was the best combination of recycling, fighting, and odd-love-- and the havoc was scored by bum city saints, which just gets you ready for a bit o' chaos.

not even a mouse, and 132's played too. but i was taking my emergency nap and missed their entire sets.


there are more photos on my flickr. and they're almost all horribly taken. you probably just should've gone to the show.

UPDATE: the live video.