I don't know if I'll ever recover from the sheer coolness I was exposed to in the past 72 hours.

Friday night, Danica and I went to the final show of the Foozer tour, which started with the wonderful surprise of Hot Hot Heat as the opening band. They were a major step up (sad to say) from The Kaiser Chiefs who opened in San Diego. The whole set was awesome, not just "Goodnight, Goodnight," which is always a plus.

Next came the coolest Weezer set EVER (that we've witnessed). And during this totally awesome set we TOUCHED RIVERS!!!!!! Pardon the emphasis, but we TOUCHED him! He came by and shook our hands! I am now able to die happy and fulfilled. What was it like, you ask? Sweaty.

As part of the traditional final show prank, Dave Grohl bought/rented (what's the terminology here?) six male strippers to dance on stage for Weezer's last song, which was hilarious, but I was more interested in watching the band. Does that make me odd? Anyway, they had blue paint on their chests spelling out "W-E-E-Z-E-R" and they had fringe in some out of the way places--which was a little scary to see as they danced along to "Buddy Holly."

And, of course, Foo Fighters were awesome as always.

Last night was the Parker House Halloween bash. I think it was pretty successful; people seemed to have a lot of fun. I know I did! Of course, my senses were a little toasted, so I can't be sure what all was happening around me. But I have a vague memory of the latter half of the party, and I think it went well!

Ah yes, this weekend was the best weekend of the semester for me. And not just cuz Danica and Prathna were incredibly hot as Wonder Woman and Catwoman.