crap kraft dinner

i guess i am a little delinquent in posting something about passion's and i's supreme experience at nyc's south street seaport last friday night. we knocked off work for the week, put on our dancin' shoes, and headed to the east river to see hot chip. i had a clue of what may be in store, but passion was without a clue. that all changed after they played their first song. she was a dancin' machine and she loved the set soooo much that she wanted to get the words 'hot chip' tattooed across her buttocks. cooler heads prevailed and she left with a free pin instead. summer would be a lot more fun if we had free, al fresco concerts with crazed, dancin' verizon employees and cheap coors light every night.