Angela and I saw Sigur Ros at the Santa Barbara Bowl, about a month ago. We arrived about in hour late, chugged beer, had about two shots of Patron tequila and acted like fools. We were as gangsta as possible, with temporary face tattoos of cherries, flamingos and pirates. Next day we went to the tide pools with Simon. It was a pretty fun weekend. Don't think we were ever sober!
