Death of Sega Genocide

A great band had its last show on February 13th, 2010. Sega Genocide is no more, and we are all sorrier for it. (NMRNL:1)
Dear Miranda,
It was a pretty rough show. Knowing this would be the case, I dulled my senses with a bottle of Quaker-inspired beer, and went to, throwing anything that got in my way, and getting generally buck-ass wild in the mosh pit. (RnR:1)
There was blood, and a lot of toilet paper. A guy tried to pick me up by my legs, and I kicked him in the piercing. (RnR:2)

For their final performance,
the band dressed in formal wear

and brought 2 boxes of toilet paper rolls. I twirled like a ballerina, and this guy named John wrapped me up like a mummy. It was probably the best concert I have ever been to at the After Dark.
Also, at the end of it, Jimmer told me to get on stage and sing 'Rock N Roll Ninja.' This made me more happy than I have been in a long time. (RnR:3)
After the show, John came up to me and said he thought I was a badass, and was impressed by how rough I was on the guys, and how fearless. (RnR:4) Then he dropped the best pick up line that's ever been used on me: "This is going to sound like a corny pick-up line, but those are the coolest fucking pants I have ever seen." Lycra leggings. Shiny.
Now that I think about it, that's the only pick up line anyone has used on me, I think.
Anyway, one thing led to another, and... his buddy walked up and tried to talk to me. I put a hand in the guy's face, informed him he was cockblocking his friend, and told John we could "pick this up later," at the after party. (RnR:5)
SouthPoint(RnR:6), then the after party at Fire Department.
John and I immediately began talking again. He suggested we start over, mixed me a drink, and the flirting continued. This girl from the show came up to me and began calling me 'her Josephine,' and kept putting an arm around me, talking about how awesome I was, and hugged me a couple times. Then she brought up stripping. Things got awkward.(NMRNR:2)
I went upstairs to talk to Jim, and while up there, thought about the possibilities with John.
He was funny, very cute, confident, made me feel beautiful, but didn't follow me around pathetically, and, most importantly, totally into it.
But, when it really came down to it, I simply did not want to sleep with him. I don't like the idea of going home with strange men. So, I put my drink down in Paddy's room (I'd only had a few sips), got my coat, and went downstairs.
I told John I was leaving. He said I could just stay there and flirt with him some more. It was tempting, but I told him I thought he was cute, and very nice (NMRNR:3), but that I wanted to go home.
So, I went home, got into my big cozy bed alone, and went to sleep.
It was a good night.
Love,
Josephine

Rock n Roll: 6
No more Rock n Roll: 3

*Photos by Bryce Patton and Jameson Diedrich('s camera)