Can I tell you a cool story?

My New Year was counted down by John Garcia. How about yours? HA.

 On New Years Eve this year I went to go see Kyuss, one of my favorite bands, in a teensy little club called Cherry Cola's Rock n Rolla (cool name btw). The place holds like 37 people, and I was one of those lucky few. Not only that, but they played for hours, literally, and I had an almost front row spot. I couldn't have asked for a better New Year after years of doing jack shit.
Anyway, that wasn't the cool story. As if that wasn't cool enough, afterwards they had a meet & greet with the band. YEAH, I KNOW. So when I get to Scott Reeder (that's him on bass), I ask him to sign my poster. He's like, "Sure. Is your name Jen?" IS MY NAME JEN? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? I look at him all weird and say "Uhhh..yeaah...how did you know that??" and when he finishes signing he's like "Oh, I'm addicted to Facebook. I was checking the event page today and I saw you on it, and I recognized you." At this point, I've stopped listening. This guy, the bassist in one of my favorite fucking bands, auditioned for METALLICA, played with TOOL...recognized ME AND KNEW MY NAME AND SAW ME AND WAS LIKE HI JEN. HOW COOL IS THAT?
Very fucking cool, is the answer. By that alone, I predict 2012 will be good.