Beach House was incredible. We were front row and drenched in beer and sweat as always but Victoria looked like an angel with the stars behind her and the lights illuminating her forest of godly hair and Alex without his beard looked like an adorable hipster version of my newest sexual fantasy Andrew Garfield. The set list was flawless and my friend and I were both speechless — literally we had no voices — by the end of the night. The best part is that it’s all happening again exactly a week from now at the Best Coast/Wavves show. Life is treating me well.