Being in a band automatically ups the cuteness quotient.

Last night my friend Marcy and I saw Slender Means at Graceland. Naturally, since the show was at Graceland the sound was way too loud and you couldn't hear the vocals over the unintentional guitar distortion, but they were still real good. I could hear influences of The Strokes, The Pixies, and The Shins, and probably a hundred other bands whose names start with The. The lead singer looks surprisingly like Ben Shenkman. We stood right up front so Marcy could dance and sing along, and I had flashbacks to the days of *bess. and I going to hiphop shows and working our way to the front so we could be the "cute white girls in the front row." Or the time we went to some random show at I-Spy and one of the mcs pulled me on stage and passed me a joint. Since I don't partake I politely shook my head, and the crowd booed me off the stage. That was the same night I gave one of my newly aquired homemade business cards to the trumpet player, whom I had been making eye contact during the show whenever he paused to empty his spit valve, and he invited me back to his room at the Best Western. Aahhh, misguided youth.