Laziness! Procrastination! Throw a computer into the mix, and you've got one sedentary kid.

Well, I'm back at my humble abode where The Iliad and an AP Biology packet that probably killed a whole tree have been eagerly awaiting my return. Those three days at the beach appear to be exactly what I needed to get me away from the dull home life I had been living. I had expected to stay through today, but we came back on Thursday because Tina's parents realized that we could come home with one of the chaperons from the Youth Group that was staying across the street. That's allright, though, because we realized on Monday that we only had three days to do whatever we wanted, and consequently, we packed a lot into those three days. It was a very full vacation.

Not to mention I was able to see John Mayer for the second time. As Tina said, he is amazingness in a man. I could blab on about the concert, but I really don't want to. Okay, I will. We arrived in Columbia right as the gates opened, and we joked about rain because it looked like clouds were moving in up ahead. Merriweather Post Pavilion smelled like old, wet sneakers (a scent others might recognize as boardwalk fries), so I can't say walking around aimlessly was exactly the most pleasant experience I've ever had.

The torrential downpour came just as the opening act (Brett Dennen) took the stage. I feel bad for opening acts. I couldn't hear Brett and his band playing at all, and the crowd simply didn't care. We were too preoccupied with trying to stay dry the entire time. Our seats were under a tarp...a very battered and ripped tarp, but at least we weren't on the lawn. Those people were completely drenched. Tina and I had bought sweatshirts before the show began and jokingly talked about how we could just sit on them if our seats were wet. However, when this became a reality, we found that we had no other choice but to keep ourselves dry with our newly bought sweatshirts. They smelled like fried food, anyway. It rained throughout the entire concert, but I have come to the conclusion that it was indubitably worthwhile.

He's playing "Who Did You Think I Was?" solo. (I am not the one who keeps saying, "Yeah!")



Here he's playing Van Halen's "Panama" while his guitarist sings. The sound quality is very bad because the microphone was weak and the guitar distorted. In addition nearly everyone in the audience was screaming because Mayer's torso was not draped in cotton.