There is a light that never goes out

On Friday, Wendy and I went to see Morrissey at the Hollywood Bowl. Not all rock concerts fit in at a place like that, but Moz pulled it off with ease. His smooth delivery and charisma are totally appropriate for the Old Hollywood atmosphere, and when he came out to a sold-out crowd of goths, boomers, and Mexican rockabilly and punks (in addition to GR regular Lana Kim, GR copy editor Hane and her husband Nathan, and Sticky Rick.), he received a hero's welcom. I was surprised that a lot of Smiths songs were mixed into the two-hour set. If you missed it, you can buy the DVD which is being directed by Bucky.

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On Saturday, we went to Hap and Susan's wedding. We got to the church a few minutes late for the triumphant entry because I misplaced my keys, we knew that a Filipino/Mexican wedding will most likely be Catholic and long.

Fist pump by the guy upstairs.

Susan and Hap make their getaway.

Nate and the no-longer-alleged Nichole.

Jenny, Chi, and Bret.

Star sighting.

Afterwards, we killed time at Wendy's brother's house in Long Beach. Happy and I weren't sure if there was going to be meatless fare at the banquet, so we trolled around and found Chronic Tacos. How could we pass up a name like that? It was $4.50 for a pretty hefty veggie burrito.