So last night, the recent resurgence of my most likely unhealthy Weezer obsession climaxed at the Olympia, France's most coveted concert hall. Surrounded by the bouncing, bespectacled masses, I found that I am not the only one in this city that has been listening to Weezer for nearly half of my life and knows every song by heart. They are pretty fun live, with a giant WWF (or whatever the acronym is now...) W that blinks and shimmers throughout the show. I jumped and sang and wiggled for an hour and a half straight, fueled by two pathetic beers. The morning after, I am sore and tired, yet truly satisfied. But for some strange reason, I don't feel the need to listen to Weezer anymore. I reloaded my iPod with a 100% non-Weezer mix.

And so my fling with Rivers Cuomo comes to an end. But oh, what beautiful memories I will always have...