And before that...

Here's what I was for Halloween: Undercover! I just couldn't get my act together. I just wore my own damn clothes.

Other things that happened were: My very best friend came down and we celebrated two years of good health since a really really not good bad health event. I ate a steak, which I hadn't done in a really long time and it made me feel all ulcery for the rest of the night. And then we were at the black cat and we were sitting on this giant church pew but then it was a seesaw and we almost fell over and got bonked in the head. Cereal. But i didn't spill my drink! Which lead me to think about what a fucked up kind of calculation had to be going on in my arm for it to maintain a level liquid surface while the rest of my body went all seesawin. But my arm wasn't really doing math, but still, know what i mean? It's like, it was doing math just using physical sensations instead of numbers and that makes my arm pretty A-OK in my book.

But also, at the Black Cat, we saw Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire and my heart went like this: bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb. No vowels my friend, no room for vowels. He and his band all wore french maid outfits and their beautiful skinny little boy legs were all beautiful and skinny, and sometimes their little underpants would peek out. Yeesh! Then I bought one of their Chris Ware posters and i wanted to just say, "beautiful Josh, stand up bassist of Bowl of Fire, donchoo wanna be my concubine?" Instead I gave him the money for the poster and we left, but only after standing there too long thinking about how completely pointless it was for us to stand there but we just couldn't, COULD NOT, tear ourselves away from his beauty. It was bizarre.

Then we went to a party at and got there just in time to hear the last four songs in the Dismemberment Plan's set (they were dressed as the Young Ones), get very sweaty, and then have an OK time. I had been looking forward to this party a lot and I didn't quite have the rollicking Partay time i thought i would have, but i can't really say why, and i don't think it was the party's fault. I think I was just feeling old and tired and a little ulcery.

Sunday me and mars and miss christina and miss ginny drove down to Shenandoah, and the drive was Parfait, and shenandoah was totally hot, not like temperature-wise like, 'Whoo ee! That's some hot national park you got going on, shenandoah!' It was dope. We bought honey and i bought a jar of "pumpkin butter." Which is like, totally one of my pet names for things, and now i have an actual jar of it.

Then we were supposed to go see Momus last night and I really really really wanted to go and was looking forward to it for months and i heard that on this tour he's taking $10 from audience members to write a quick song for them at the show, sort of a fastfood version of what he did on Stars Forever I guess, and i was desperate for Momus to sing a song of Mary Chen, but me and mars are very old and after the scary X-Files, we pretty much just went to bed. We are lame. But really, I mean, it's just a rock show. Would my life really be any different if Momus had sung a song of Mary Chen last night? No, no it wouldn't. I would just be more tired.