Rocking Out! \oo/

All aboard!! Well...actually not so much. We ended up missing our train to the AAC so we sat waiting...and waiting...and waiting on this platform. All I'm saying is it's a good thing Melinda was there to hold a conversation. I would have gone batty trying to find something to talk to Dad about.

"soooooo...you're a giraffe....how's that working out for you?"

"well, alright i guess. i mean the demands of being the superior species of the planet can become draining at times, but they don't call me lil' g for nothing."

"i thought you were named after an african american cafeteria worker at UNT"

"So?"

and then I stare him down until he yields. Lil' G: 1345 Daddy:9

We missed Sick Puppies and most of Shinedown due to Dad's poor judgment in the timing of the Dallas light rail system, but we finally arrived in time to see one of Dad's favorite bands: Breaking Benjamin. I must admit I quite enjoyed their set. And while I think I still prefer the witty repartee and general booty bouncing beat of Abba, I have to give props to Dad for his choice in music...Daddy, you're up to ten points!!

After Breaking Benjamin we went out, walked around the AAC a bit, and found this great little display of Texas greatness. Daddy was like, "Lil' G, get over there and let me take a picture" and I was all, "you're going to try and make it look like I'm a giraffe with longhorns." Dad insisted "No! I would never demean you so! Don't you love Texas?!?"

The result: poor attempt at humor at the expense of a small giraffe and the remains of a once noble beast of the field.

Look how happy I am with the Moff! This was taken before we watched the headlining band, Nickleback, and were tainted by the never-ending barrage of F-bombs. At one point, Dad had to cover my cute little adorable ears. Maybe someone like Chet would have found this display of profanity funny and entertaining, however someone with my level of refinement and innocence simply found it reviling and pathetic.