I Love Camp!

I will be taking a break for the next week to go to Music Camp (not band, music). This is the one week of the year I actually put others before myself. No this is not a trend, and I'm still an asshole, trust me.

Things I learned today

Knowing the bartender kicks ass. I suppose I already knew this, but in this case I knew the bartender before I ever attended the bar (Local) and she hooked me up all night long.

Relying on coworkers to show up is not something I will never do again. Next time I hear about something like this, I will check with the coworkers a day ahead, and get definitive yes or no answers. If the answers are no, or not definitive, I will break down, use the phone, and actually call people I know enjoy going out to bars.

In other news, the US soccer team sucks. I should have bet because I called that shit. At least Germany and the Netherlands are still in it.

Da Vinci Code and the Rise of Metrosexuality.

Finally went to see Da Vinci Code last night (yes I realized I probably ruined the book for myself, I'll get over it). I have to say I agree with most of the reviews. It was kind of meh. I figured out what was going to happen a little more than half way through, and I could definitely see how a lot of things would work better in writing. The individual I went with (Angie) and I ended up going to see it at the theater where The Devil Wears Prada happened to be premiering. It's possible I might have had my first NY celebrity sighting and not realized it, since I could care less about Hollywood types, and I don't think Charlie Villanueva counts as a celebrity.

Anyway, after the movie Angie and I went to a bar for a few drinks. Now as we all know, bar bathrooms can be, well, unique to say the least. Looking at some sort of advertisement while one is taking a piss is common, at least for the guys. So is bathroom radio advertisements (the CT bar all seemed to have WIZZ Radio). However, this bathroom had something I had never experience before. It had a motion sensing advertisement that would basically talk to you while you were taking a piss. The picture ad and the verbal ad were both for www.ShaveEverywhere.com, and the picture showed a picture of one hairy "nut" and one shaved "nut." Unique to say the least, but rather effective target advertising.

Minor Burns

A friend of mine e-mailed me yesterday wondering if I wanted to go to the beach today. I took one look at the weather report (94 and sunny) and said, "Yup, the beach sounds like a good idea." We went to Rockaway Beach which isn't anything wow, but there was sun, sand, ocean, and even occasional toilets, and really can you ask for anything more? (Ok, yeah I could think of a few things, but I'm a 24 year old male and I think with my penis so lets not get into details.)

Anyway, when you are as pale as I am, part of the fun of spending all day in the sun is coming home and figuring out where you neglected to apply sunscreen. I forgot my sides, and my friend missed my lower back. Those were the only bad misses, so if anyone sees me walking around NYC like a wrestler for the next week (with my arms a safe distance from my side) you'll know why.

Trust me, I'm a Republican

I've seen this floating around on other blogs for a while, but after a comment left by Sue Ellen, and the fact that I like to steal things from other people's blogs (in this case Kat), I felt this might be a good time to do this.

Your Political Profile:

Overall: 60% Conservative, 40% Liberal

Social Issues: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal

Personal Responsibility: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Fiscal Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal

Ethics: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal

Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal

How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?

I'm an agnostic Republican that supports the legalization of drugs. Trust me, in my head it all makes sense.

Why Soccer will never be a major sport in the US

We fuckin' won today, and there ain't no one that can tell me otherwise. We were clearly the better team. I'm not even going to bitch about bad officiating (though it was awful) because we overcame that shit to win the game.

In every major sport in this country, injuries don't mean shit.

In football (the American kind), if a DB pulls his hammy on a bomb, and receiver is wide open, the play goes on the receiver strolls in for 6 points.

In baseball, if there's a shot down the line and the right fielder pulls his hammy along the way, the runners keep on running until the center fielder hustles his ass over there to get the ball and throw it into the infield.

In basketball if there's a loose ball around the basket and someone twists their ankle trying to get it and falls down, the play keeps going until a foul occurs, a basket is scored, or the injured player's team gets possession.

In hockey if there if someone is decked in the neutral zone and can't get up but the other team recovers it and goes in on a breakaway, play keeps going until after the shot is taken, and if a goal is scored, it counts.

In lacrosse, if some gets decked and can't get up and there is 30 yards between the guy with the ball and the goal, then the play continues until a shot is taken.

But, in soccer, if someone loses a challenge and someone gets the ball with 30 yards of open space and the goal, and walks in and scores, no the goal gets waived off because the guy who just got his ass embarrassed is lying on the field.

Fuckin' bullshit. Don't get me wrong, injuries happen, but you get a few seconds to take advantage of that shit, and if you can't do anything with it, then you stop play and tend to the injured dude.

Fuckin' A. We were the first team ever to score a goal with 9 men on the field. No one can tell me otherwise. At least we haven't been eliminated.

UPDATE: Lil' Help Please. I am/was drinking and at a loud bar and it may have been an offside call taht got that called back. Was that the case? I need to know in which case I'll not be as annoyed anymore.

Train Tease

I was on my way home from Brooklyn last night, and managed to catch the J (which according to all the subway maps available doesn't run in southern Brooklyn, but whatever) and took it up to junction where I could transfer to the D after only a few minutes of waiting. Pretty impressive for late night trains. Anyway, as the D approached the section of track I'm familiar with (59th to 145th), I started to keep my eye out for the A so I could get up to 168th. As we started to get closer to 125th I noticed groups of people walking on the platforms we passed, a solid indication that the A train was close. As we pulled into the 125th street station the A train was just pulling away. AARRGGHHH! Just missed it. That's ok, the express train running to 145th should pass the A which stops at 135th right? Well, the D train takes one of those slow pull aways from the station and then runs like half speed up to 145th. I exit the D and run up a level to see if the A is there but alas, no A, which means I just missed it and half to wait forever for the next A. Grrr...... I debate walking home (it's probably like 30 blocks), but decide against it since I have absolutely no idea what the neighborhood is like between 145 and about 163rd, but I'm willing to bet it's less then stellar.

On a completely unrelated note, I need to comment on something bothering me. If you've graduated from college, and you go to a bar and order any of the following: PBR, Natty, Dirt Cheap, Iron City, Busch Light, Hammes or anything equivalent to those, I am above you. I don't care if there is a drink special on them. Unless you're already plastered, or your playing drinking games (in which I still don't think you should go below Bud or Coors Light), there is no excuse to drink those. I'll still make fun of you if you order some sort of Smirnoff Ice or other "bitch drink," but I'll actually respect you more because at least I know you're drinking something you probably think tastes good. There is no conceivable way you can drink those bottom of the barrel beers and think, "Gee, this tastes good in my mouth, I think I'll drink more willingly." Thank you, this has been an ndheathen public service announcement.


Music: Bush - "The Chemicals Between Us," REM - "Imitation of Life," Queens of the Stone Age - "God is in the Radio," Chad Kroger - "Hero," Bob Dylan - "Stuck in the Middle With You," Cracker - "Low," Pearl Jam - "Daughter," Green Day - "Minority"

Leftovers and World Cup

I came home yesterday to find a tag hanging on my door with a business card for a recruiter in the Marines. I'm 24 years old and I can afford to live in New York City, why would I want to join the marines? Oh, I should mention that it was addressed to a "Garrett Wilson." Let's see, you got the first and last letters of my name right, and there is also an s and an o in my last name, but they're in different places, and the number of middle letters is wrong too. Good try though! I suppose this should be expected since I have a BS, and I dominated the ASVAB (even if it was 6 years ago). Being a Republican probably doesn't help either. Little do they know my plan is to make millions and "influence" military decisions, and not ever do any of the actual dirty work myself.

I also got a book sent to me from my parents. The real odd thing was that it wasn't in my mailbox, and I discovered it in front of my door as I was about to go out last night. Anyway the book is called Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal. (Anyone from club will find this title even funnier.) Seems like it would be pretty funny. I think I'll put it at number 2 on my list of books to read, right after The Da Vinci Code. (Speaking of which, if you're from NY and you happen to own a copy, I'd love to borrow it.)

As for World Cup, before the tournament I would have picked Brazil to win, but now after seeing almost every team play, I'm going to pick Spain. They DOMINATED the Ukraine today. Either that or (wait for it) the Ukraine is weak. (Sorry, couldn't help myself.) Germany also won, which means at least one of the teams I'm rooting for will make it to the second round.

Segues be damned

On the train to work this morning we got held up 125th street for a "police investigation." It's annoying but I can deal, I'd just prefer to be somewhere else the next time an "investigation" occurs. There's something just slightly unnerving about a bunch of cops walking checking into every car of the train you're on in the middle of Harlem. On my way home there were announcements that downtown trains were running express from 125th to 59th because of another investigation at 103rd. What crazy shit is going down on the subway? (Maybe I don't want to know...)

Not that anyone really needs more reasons to hate Duke but JJ Redick getting pulled over for DWI is a pretty good one. Talk about a bad year for Duke sports and alcohol related incidents. Didn't anyone tell him that running from the police is a generally a sign to them that you're guilty of something? Thankfully Katie doesn't go there anymore so I am no longer torn between obligatory sports hatred and the desire to support friends by rooting for the schools they go to. (At least its not USC!)

Today at work my "icebreaker" got sent out which asks some pointless questions (fav food, fav tv show etc.) along with a picture of you. This is supposed to be down shortly after you start. My first day was Feb 6. Yeah, that's a 5-month turnaround. Good work guys.

My meals today consisted of a bowl of cereal, bratwurst for lunch, I will have pizza for dinner, and I will probably consume a few beverages later in the evening. It's probably not good that high point of healthy eating today was the bowl of cereal I had for breakfast. Meh.

Brazil was a lot of fun to watch today. I don’t know if it’s because they’re good, if it’s because I recognize their names almost as well as the American team, or if it’s just fun to listen to the announcers have to say Kaka for 90 minutes. I think I’m leaning towards the Kaka thing.

The U.S. will lose to Ghana

You heard me right. Our soccer team is awful. Apparently the Czech's were supposed to be the "aging" team, but the US looked like a bunch of 40 year olds with hangovers out there. We passed poorly, didn't run well, and had some total breakdowns on defense. In short, we did just everything wrong. Now for those of you who don't have the luxury of getting ESPN360 at your desk where you can watch all the World Cup games, Ghana (population 22,409,572) isn't that great either, but they at least ran all day long and were at least close to Italy through most of the match. I will not be at all surprised if we go home still holding the dubious record of never winning a World Cup match on European soil.

In other news Ben Roethlisberger was in a motorcycle accident and is now in serious condition. If you want to know more go here. Congratulations moron, you just threw away millions of dollars and a potential hall of fame career because you don't like to ride with a helmet. 'The safest rider I can be' my ass. Douche bag.

In good news, Tom Zbikowski is a pretty kick ass fighter. Good thing too because he's a lousy safety. Unfortunately to really make it as a fighter he's going to need to put on about 35 lbs. and I think he's too short to do that. If any of you domers want to check out the fight, go here. The fight doesn't start until about 9.5 minutes in if you want to skip all the other BS before hand.

Don't Green Light the Drunk Dial

So, at Kat's birthday party last week, I ran into someone who was apparently good friends with one of my best friends from school, Katie. During our brief conversation she mentioned that she was going on a Vegas trip with Katie and other Pangborn girls, and I told her that Katie "totally had to drunk dial me" while she was there, or something like that. Impressively (and unfortunately), this message actually got to Katie. I'm guessing that girl didn't have much to drink if she actually remembered to tell her friend that some random guy she met at a party asked for a drunk dial.

Now, I'm don't exactly remember when during the course of the evening this request occurred, but I thought it was relatively early and that I wasn't that drunk yet. However, looking back on the situation, I was clearly experiencing sub-par logic (hey Garrett, there's a 3 hour time difference from New York to Vegas), and this can probably be tied to a relative lack of sobriety as well.

Well, Friday and Saturday night this request came back to bite me in the ass. I was not totally aware of the fact that the Vegas trip was this weekend, though I discovered this when my phone started ringing at 2:30 am Friday night. I had gone to bed at 2 (a respectable weekend hour) after probably the best week I have had since moving to the city, and I was in need of some serious sleep. Well, when I heard the phone ring at 2:30, I decided to give it a shot and get out of bed to at least see who it was, and I still had enough of my wits to put the pieces together when I saw Katie's name on my phone. I elected to not answer and go back to bed, and get some glorious sleep until my Uncle called me at 11:30. Like I said, I needed some sleep.

I called Katie back in the afternoon, but didn't hear anything from her so I figured that I had received the obligatory drunk dial, and that I was in the clear. After spending the afternoon at my Uncle's in NJ I returned to my apartment at about 11:30, and dicked around for a while before accepting that fact that I'm a loser with no social life, and went to bed at 1. At 4:30 am my phone rings again. I don't even have to get out of bed to know that it's Katie. She leaves a message and I go back to sleep. Two hours later my phone rings again. Grr.... Hopefully she'll just go away and I can go back to sleep.

Unfortunately Katie was feeling determined this time, and decided to keep trying to call. Knowing this is a battle I've already lost, I crawl my ass out of bed and answer my phone. (Note to self, maybe I should put my phone on vibrate when I go to bed.) In my grunting tone (since that's really all I'm capable of at 6:30 am) I converse briefly with Katie, and then go back to bed. Unfortunately now, I’m about an hour away from my normal weekly scheduled wake up time, and so my body is starting to think, "Hey, lets wake up now!" I manage to fight this and go back to sleep until 10:30 when my phone rings AGAIN. This effectively acts as an alarm, and I really can't force myself to go back go sleep at 10:30. I crawl out of bed to see that Katie has left me another message (only this one was sober-ish).

So, now I need to set down some ground rules for the drunk dialing of Garrett. If I ever request a drunk dial, check with me again later to make sure I was sober when I put in said request. A great idea drunk isn't necessarily (and in fact probably isn't) a great idea sober. Also, I need to know the relative timing of things. 1:30 is a relatively acceptable time for a drunk dial, however, 1:30 in Vegas is 4:30 here, and unless I'm having wild marathon sex (a man can dream can't he?), I'm not going to be awake then, ever. Regardless of whether or not I'm having marathon sex, I don't want anyone to be calling me then. Now if the preceding two qualifications do end up being met, and I say "Yes, drunk dial me" someone please smack upside the head and tell me I'm a moron, and that I'll later regret agreeing to this. Thank you.

Seattle Trip

Sorry, another long one.

I'm really starting to love these business trips. Of course, I love to travel so I suppose that it all kind of makes sense. Anyway, flew out Tuesday morning, and arrived Tuesday afternoon. Apparently my flight was 3 hours before all my coworkers. Whatever. I did, however, finish the first crossword of my life on the flight out. Granted it was from AM New York, but I never even finished a Monday Observer crossword in school so I thought it was pretty cool. (Don't worry I came back down to earth Thursday when I attempted the Times crossword. That was ugly).

Anyway, I hung out with my friend Lisa Tuesday evening, and went to a really good Asian food restaurant whose name escapes me along with her and the rest of my coworkers. We decided to order wine with dinner, so I obviously felt like I needed to chime in with my opinion. Apparently I was the only one in the group with much knowledge of wine, or at least the only one that made the mistake of admitting it, so the wine selection for the group got put on my shoulders. Initially I didn't like this because I thought "Oh shit, I have to choose 2 bottles of wine for 6 people when we all want something different." In the end however, this was actually beneficial. I ended up choosing a Pinot Gris and a Shiraz. I figured with all the seafood, chicken and pork dishes this would be a pretty safe bet. However there was a beef dish and something else that went with red a little better too, so I figured the Shiraz would be generic enough to at least not clash with anything. I had a little input from the Wine Steward too, which was a big help. Now, the advantage of choosing the wine is that while everyone else at the table gets only one glass, you have to have 2 in order to taste both wines. Awesome. The Pinot Gris went very well with things. I didn't really have more than a half glass of the Shiraz until after the meal since I mostly ate things that went with the white so I have no idea how well it went with things, but no one complained. Wow I'm a snob.

Wednesday my group went out to Breakfast and met with DIG all morning and into the afternoon. I personally contributed virtually nothing to this meeting, but it was nice to get an idea of how things work and why things are done the way there are done.

At night we got a few drinks and then headed to the Mariner's game. Unfortunately, my group was not as organized as the first group that went out to Seattle, so we didn’t get tickets until game time. I was a little annoyed with that since I like seats near the field, but we had a good location even though we were out in left center. We could still see the game. We didn't get there until about the 3rd inning because of the aforementioned drinks, but it was a fun game to watch. We also left early too because it was still tied in the top of the 11th. I also found this a bit annoying, but oh well. We went to another bar after the game, and caught the very end when Beltre (I think) hit a walkoff. After a few drinks we all went back to the hotel, and I was very pleasantly buzzed, perhaps slightly drunk at that point.

Got up 5:30 (Seattle time) Thursday morning and was a bit hung over, though I did take pretty good care of myself Wednesday night so it wasn't too bad. Really I just needed more sleep. While waiting for the coworker I was going to the airport with, I ran to the Starbucks next door (I live in the wrong part of NYC to do this...which is probably for the better) to get some breakfast. While walking towards the Starbucks a guy sitting at the table with a starbucks cup said good morning. Still tired/hung over at this point and not really capable of thought I replied back with low pitched "Morning." He then asked me if I could spare him some change. Now, particularly after living in NYC, I don't give money to the homeless. First, begging is illegal; second there are legit charities around that make sure the money goes to something that actually helps the homeless like clothes etc. instead of something like cigarettes. (Of course, I don't donate to them either but lets not worry about that.) Anyway, if you are a beggar, sitting at a table with a fresh starbucks cup is not a good way to convince me that you need any money. If you can afford starbucks, you're probalby doing alright for yourself. Moron.

My flight back was meh. I was tired and hung over, and you just can’t put airline seats far enough back to get comfortable enough to sleep ok. It didn't help that there were two rednecks just across the aisle who decided they wanted to get drunk, and inevitably try and talk with anyone who will pay attention, and even those doing their hardest to pretend like they don't exist (i.e. me).

Random: My flight was a Delta flight, and one of the passengers was a JetBlue stewardess (or flight attendant if you want to get all PC on me) with a United bag. I was kind a confused.

Anyway, Seattle was nice and warm and sunny. Apparently it poured in NYC so HAHAHAHA on everyone here. Seattle is amazingly clean. Or it least it seems that way in comparison to New York. Nobody crosses the street their unless they actually have a crossing signal. I thought that was really weird, but someone mentioned that the cops there actually hand out jaywalking tickets, and that they're for something exorbitant like $40. Whatever, I still did the New York thing of crossing the street as long as no one was coming. I think if I absolutely had to, I could live there, but I would definitely miss my cold weather.

Anyway, it's good to be back, and I'm looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow.

Music: Sevendust - "Black,” NIN – “Down In It”

A lot to catch up on

So, last week I got an e-vite to my ex-girlfriend's birthday party. I happened to be sitting at my computer at the time it arrived, so I replied pretty much right away since a.) I was already at my computer and b.) my social life leaves a lot to be desired at the moment. I learned on Friday that apparently you're not supposed to respond to e-vites right away, that you're supposed to wait as long as possible. I suppose it's kinda like showing up casually late to a party, you just don't want to be the first one there.

Anyway, I decided, meh I should get her a gift, wine will work. Coincidently, I happen to be reading a wine book right now since I rarely have call to drink it, and this gave me a fantastic excuse to go wine shopping for myself too. Unfortunately it was POURING rain when I did this, so I didn't make it to the wine shop I was trying to go to, but stopped at the one I happened to be near when the rain was at its worst. I realized during this excursion that I don't actually own any wine glasses, so I tried looking in another wine shop for some, but decided I should give up my hunt since my second carrying hand was occupied with an umbrella. (I actually wanted to post this first part Saturday, but couldn't since I needed to have some element of surprise to the gift).

That night for dinner, since I was marinating some steaks, I decided I might as well open up a bottle. Well, once its open, you don't really want it to go to waste, so you just have to finish it. So yeah, I'm the alcoholic getting drunk by himself before the party. I finished the bottle off around 9, and since the party was at 10, I decided leaving a little before 10 would be good to be "casually late." This also gave me time to sober up a little.

I arrived at 10:45, and was almost completely sober by then. However I apparently don't know what "casually late" is in NYC, because I was the second person there. Go me. I had a fantastic time. Of course, I ended up getting a bit drunker than I meant to as well. Perhaps my gin and tonics were a bit too strong, though I'm sure the aforementioned bottle of wine didn’t help things. I wish I could have stayed longer, but I reached a point where I needed to cut myself off and go home and get some sleep since I had a wedding I needed to drive to on Sunday.

Anyway, I left around 2:30ish (I think) and went to the bus stop. There wasn't a bus near, and I didn’t see one coming so I walked to the next one along the route following my way home. I did this for 3 or 4 blocks until I got to the stop next to Central Park where I decided to wait for a bus. Now, during this walk, a bus has yet to pass me in either direction. I wait for a while, probably less time than it felt like since I was drunk, and got pissed off waiting, and decided to walk across central park to get to the Subway. While this may not have been one of my brighter ideas at 2:30 in the morning, I did get to the subway stop before a bus passed me. Stupid late night hours.

I thought I took pretty good care of myself, but I still woke up with a hangover anyway, though it was manageable. After breakfast, a shower, and a power nap, I still had a bit of a headache, so I broke down and took some Advil and left.

Randomness: While waiting for the signal to cross Broadway after I got off the subway, some dude in Capri pants asked what part of New York he was in. Me: "Uh…the West Side." Capri pants dude: "The West Side?" Me: "Yeah."

Anyway, I still don't completely know how to get out of NYC, but I did not get anywhere near as lost this time. Made it Agawam, MA way too early and hung out chilled until the wedding. This was the first non-family wedding I had ever been to. I knew the bride, the maid of honor, and one other guest. The other guest I knew, Krista, was part of my CT poker crew. Thank god she was there or I would have no one to talk to during cocktail hour, since the bridal party had other things to do.

It was a secular wedding, which absolutely rocked. No religious BS with the pomp and circumstance. It was a get in, get out and lets get to the party. Can you see why I'm friends with the bride? Unfortunately I didn't sit with the other person that I knew at the wedding, but it ended up being all right since everyone at my table was pretty cool. Also, Jess, the bride is a dancer (no not like that). She was in a dance group at UConn, and the groom was in a dance group at Yale, so many of their friends were dancers as well. It was actually pretty impressive to see all those people who know legitimate ballroom dancing. I made it a point to do a minimal amount of dancing since the only dancing I really know is "'Backer-style."

My rental car was a Honda's luxury wannabe car (RX something-or-other). Not as much fun as the Chevy Malibu I had when I went to Bristol, but it looked swanky. Thankfully most rental cars have CD players so I could bring things to listen to. "Plans" which I mentioned in my previous entry, is damn close to moving up to 5 stars. The only thing holding me back from giving it 5 stars is that after "Crooked Teeth" the album kind of plateaus. It doesn't have that non-radio track that is amazing that really finishes up an album. (My examples include, but aren't limited to "Porcelina of the Vast Oceans off of "Dawn to Dusk" in "Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness," "Pillar of Davidson" and "White, Discussion" off of "Throwing Copper," "Find the River" off of "Automatic for the People" and I'll stop before list like my 30 or 40 favorite albums of all time.) I think I'll just upgrade it to 4.5 stars.

Sorry that was long. I may have another long one later in the week because I'm heading out to Seattle for a few days tomorrow morning. I'm becoming more and more long winded with the blogging thing. It needs to stop. (The long windedness, not the blogging.)

Music - "Weapon in the Wound" - Days of the New

Liquid Dinner and New Music

Yesterday was one of my coworker's last day. While I haven't worked here that long, it was sad to see her go since she is one of the few people that seemed to make an honest effort to make me feel welcome in NYC. Anyway, in keeping with traditional last rights, we all went out to a bar after work. My dinner consisted of many Smithwicks along with 4 jalapeño poppers and 2 shots of Jameson. I thought I took good care of myself before I went to bed, but that lack of anything actually solid seemed to trump that and I still had a small headache this morning. Of course I didn't exactly sleep well because it’s getting warm and for the moment I'm still refusing to use air conditioning. Waking up at 5 am after losing the fight with vampires in my dreams didn't help.

Anyway, after some debate I decided to buy some new music today. Thankfully my new music played in my laptop this time. Also, I know both of these came out last year, but I wasn't listening to internet radio at the time so I was getting exposed to these things so I'm just getting around to buying them now.

Death Cab For Cutie - "Plans" - I first listened to this on the airplane when I went to Orlando, but I couldn't make up my mind. Now after being able to hear several tracks again in an office without the background noise that an airplane has, I decided to go out and get it. My favorite track is "Crooked Teeth." I'm giving it 4 stars out of 5.

Panic! At the Disco - "A Fever You Can't Sweat Out" - I kept hearing tracks by them, and I kept liking them so after 3 or 4 different songs I decided I should just go out and buy the album. There are many songs on this disc that I want to walk out of the office singing. My favorite tack is "I Write Sins Not Tragedies." This also gets 4 stars out of 5.