37 sundays

my sunday described in 37-2 word phrases. sort of

sunday morning
gorgeous weather
rainy trestles
back cracking
practice spaces
astorias gyros
new jersey
texting friends
hilly parkinglots
metal bands
rockin out
delay pedals
volume pedals
good friends
singing along
heavy amps
fuck elmo
maybe baby
cold ghost
facebook mobile
jersey diners
sweet-potato fries
cherry cokes
ass holes
banana splits
28$ dinners
good laughs
mio malfunctions
interstate 80
lower manhattan
shart house
battery tunnel
backseat naps
tired eyes
long drives
early november
the break contest sucks.

i know that last one wasnt two words, i just wanted to throw that in there