Like Monday versus Friday.

The fairly disappointing Death Cab for Cutie show in 800 degree weather Friday night, followed by an attempt at karaoke, followed by funk night at a local dance spot, followed by collapsing into bed around 1am? That was so like a Monday.

The amazing Blind Pilot/Andrew Bird/Decemberists show in 750 degree weather Saturday night, followed by home, cheese and crackers, and settling in to fall asleep to SNL? Yeah, that was definitely like a Friday.

Damn, I'm old.