So, I just got home today from ILLadelphia. I might have just had the greatest weekend ever, seeing three of my favorite bands. Friday night, at the Troc, Sam, Diomira, and I hung out with these two guys who were juniors at Temple. After a long night of waiting for the music to start, we decided to leave. We parted ways with our gentlemen friends, and went home content with the first night of our vacation.
Saturday was bliss, pure fucking bliss. We woke up kind of late and got ready for the festival. The festival was the most magical 8 hours I've experienced in a long time. When we arrived to the outdoor stage, a band was playing that was pretty cool. Every band that went on got more and more awesome. We went to the front of the stage to see Hoots and Hellmouth, a fun bluegrass funk band. After that was the only hip-hop act for the day, Mr. Lif. After that magic happened. A gentleman by the name of Dan Deacon (if there was a god, it'd be him) came out and played music while getting the crowd to do whatever his heart desired, including (but not limited to) getting all 400-500 people in the crowd to take a knee and blow kisses at a 300-pd. man in a sweatband, hot pants, and a size small v-neck teeshirt. After the crowd started to get pumped, he started a whirlpool of people. With every person in the crowd running as fast as the could in a giant circle, including the 300-pd. man, now only in his underwear. After another song, he began the conclusion of his act, creating a 400 person London Bridge tunnel which the 300-pd. mad passed through now with no clothing on. Meanwhile running around like mad with that many people in 90 degree weather takes it's toll, but that mattered not, for my hero and the hopeful father of my children was about to take stage. Eugene Hutz, in all his glory, came onto stage and somehow Diomira and I figured it'd be a good idea to take to take off our bras and throw them on stage to profess our love. The rest of the next 45 minutes can't possibly be described in words because it is greater that any language can begin to verbalize. But i will tell you this, i saw some crazy punk kid walking around afterwards in my bra, and I can't say it wasn't awkward. P.S. Anthony got Eugene's guitar pick, bastard. The rest of the acts were pretty good: Crystal Castles, Mates of State, and Vampire Weekend. We ran into some friends of ours at the fest, and went to a friend's apartment afterwards and partied it up yo.
The next morning was a little rough seeing how we didn't get back to the hotel and fall asleep until 3ish. We woke up and trudged our way to the Philly Diner, and we all got delectable dishes of yum. Afterwards we stopped in a couple stores to peruse about. We continued to go back to the hotel to gather out things for the show and I had to go collect my phone from Drexel Campus Security, some my dumbass-self left it at the venue. We then went to World Cafe Live to see the varied acts in the second day of the Popped Music Festival. While in the beginning of the day at WCL, Anthony, Diomira, and Sam spotted their hero, Daniel Johnston. WE all proceeded to go outside with him and smoke a boge. They all got talking and Daniel Johnston ended up drawing Anthony a picture. Now, let me tell you, a Daniel Johnston picture is worth about $800-$900. So needless to say, we were all happy as a pig in shit. Anyway, there were some pretty good bands, but the headliner was the real reason we were there. Daniel Johnston went on stage around 10:00, and we all died a little. He was so awesome as he sang, but after a while we lost his voice, which was so sad. After the show, we all bought D.J. shirts and went our merry way home. Ending our vacation quite nicely.

P.S. Anthony is a lucky bastard.
P.P.S. I'll post pictures once Sam and Di do. :]