We saw American Idiot on Broadway this weekend, and now I can’t stop reliving the punk rock youth I never had. I’m not naming names, but someone may have listened to Jesus of Suburbia on repeat at the courthouse today.
(With headphones on, of course.)
This is all extremely inconvenient because I’ve spent the last three years making fun of Dave’s taste in music. And refusing to go to Green Day concerts with him.
Looks like someone’s going to be eating her words in the mosh pit this summer.
*My apologies for the lame Youtube version, but it’s the only one I could embed. Plus, now you get the bonus of seeing the oh-so-melodramatic words flash across the screen in all their angsty glory. You’re welcome.