On Friday night we saw the Breeders. They were really great, actually, which surprised me. Their drummer is excellent, and Kelley was wearing a Betty Ford Clinic shirt (ha). They also pulled a pretty big crowd. (One thing I've noticed about Houston: because most 'alt' bands go to New Orleans, Austin, and Dallas if they come down south at all, the crowds here are usually decent-sized and very appreciative. Houstonians are starved for non-roots music!)

Strange occurrences at the show abounded. Firstly, there was a seven foot tall (I am not exaggerating here) African-American guy who was the world's biggest Breeders fan and pogo-ed frenziedly throughout their entire set. Go dude! Secondly, I ended up standing next to *another* woman from New Zealand (what are the odds?) who was kinda alterna-skanky and had clearly taken a vast amount of ecstacy and ended up stripping to a strapless bra and bumping and grinding with, of all people, a creepy and profoundly dorky English professor from U of H. (Because the Breeders' music is so dangerous and sexy. Um...) The nipple-pinching was hilarious. Plus, as if that wasn't enough to look at, a guy got ejected through our emergency exit by the bartender in a loud and dramatic fashion because he was supposedly selling drugs (although he kept trying to get back in, with much yelling and banging). Generally, an extremely entertaining evening!

Alex rules. Well, we knew that, but his recent 'you da man'-ness has to do with his telling me about Brainfreeze, and (as if everyone but me didn't know this already anyway about three years ago - yes, I am old and square), it's *awesome*.