Rampant irrationality, anyone?
This weekend there's a rock show going down at a festival that's being held in Corpus Christi.
And just because it's an eight hour drive, or a $275.00 plane ticket and a hurricane passed through there a few days ago, none of my friends want to go.
It's clear that no one loves rock 'n' roll like I do.
Perhaps, despite my absence at their bacchanalia, I will appease the gods of rock with the fervor of my pouting.