Gala is lame.

That's right, Gala is lame.
Do you know why they call it "Gala?"
Because "College Prom" makes your ears bleed, that's why.

I will not be going to Gala tonite, obviously. I will, instead, be geting krunk and 'jamming out' with the Daves (minus one Dan Piotrowski, who is a Galoffender) sometime around eleven, so long as Dave and Dave don't cave in and go.

Of course, I say all of this now, when I'm sober and listening to Sefjan Stevens (oh my god, he's awesome). In a couple of hours when I won't be able to remember my name, I may find myself falling down in Lowry. That's what happened last year.

But this post is lame, much like Gala itself, and that shames me greatly.
I will therefore pretend to be creative in an attempt which I already forsee being a complete failure.

Here goes!

....nevermind. See you on the dance floor.