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supporting local music - a potential series?

the girls before the show
We don't go out much, but when we do, it's usually to support local music. When I started gathering this post together, I realized that I really need to start taking photos at the shows. How lame am I? Sharing all this great local music with you, at cool friendly venues, and then just showing you pictures of us getting dressed up? I suck! Well, I have been thinking about it quite a bit, and you can expect to see more posts about local music in the future, more photos of the bands and venues, if I get lucky maybe even some interviews and behind the scenes on some of our local rock stars. We have so much fun going out, but we don't drink much and we are all in great relationships, so most of the usual "party activities" aren't really our thing. Checking out local bands is a great way to get out some pent-up energy and just have some fun. There's always people dancing and being themselves, from punks to hippies to jocks and more. It's always a good time.

my sister is my best friend in the whole world
punk rock sweethearts
I scored some great new merch at the show, a HANOI JANE t-shirt, patch, and cd (not pictured).
Maybe it has something to do with the sweet leopard print tights Amy let me borrow?

Until next time,
 (Check out awesome music by Jackal Tickets and HANOI JANE)
Angela Kelly

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