Yesterday started out like absolute crap but got progressively better. I woke up weeping in unconscious tears induced by a horrible nightmare involving the death of my brother and not being told about the funeral. When I got to work I was almost immediately yelled at for a mistake I made in a press release. This was the worst of things though - so don’t feel sorry for me (what are you laughing at?). Then it was off to meet new friends at the old haunt. We had a few drinks and some dinner. I ran into Gideon there and failed to make introductions (for the second time that day), for which I was told off. Apologies to all involved. I have now learned that if a fine young lady bothers to come up to me and say hi, I am obliged to everyone involved in letting them know whom is both giving and receiving the greetings. Afterwards we headed off to the Fillmore to see Modest Mouse. We arrived four songs late and would probably had been later if it weren’t for a heads up call from Gideon. It was a great show if not a little short. I missed a couple of songs that I wanted to hear but I really can’t complain. They sounded exceptionally solid and the beats kept my legs wiggling around all night. Since the show didn’t last as long as we had expected we headed to the uptown for a night-capper, which turned into three night-cappers. Which then turned into a cartwheel contest, drunk dialing, falling off of bar stools, desperate attempts to find the free sonic youth show, gay bars, gay Dan, and gay drinks. We all ended up heading back to my house and staying up to the wee hours talking. I couldn’t even tell you what time it was when they left.

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads who didn’t like what I said. The good times are killing me. Jaws clenching tight we talked all night, oh but what the hell did we say?