And before that...

Want to hear the very dictionary definition of stupid stupid stupid fucking morons? I drove all the way up to philly after work friday, rushin my little bunny tail so I'd get to space1026 at a decent hour, and when i arrived, they were in the process of kicking everyone out because two overgrown infant hoodlums (in ill-fitting trousers, no doubt) got into fisticuffs about who had better penmanship when writing on walls. First time in my life I've ever wished someone had a gun, and i was hoping it was gonna be the guy in the van, whose windows ended up being the battleground while he was stopped at a red light. If he'd pulled a gun on them and pulled the trigger, Natural fucking selection is what i would have said. Asses, asses, asses.

Really though, it was a fucking embarassment. embarASSment.

Anyway, the show was ok once i got inside, and then from there on out it was a pretty great weekend. I drank at a padded bar and danced with becky to some cover band that embellished Billie Jean with "momma always told me / be careful who you screw." Spent all day saturday doing nothing with some really nice people, did some reminiscing, listened to a whale's turd of Can (as opposed to a can of whale's turd, which is really sonically one-dimensional), got some sunshine. Good stuff. I'm tired today though, couldn't sleep last night.

I have three weddings in 6 weeks (incl the one i've already been to). I am weddinged out. Stop getting married. It's so last month.

I held a baby on saturday for the first time since, I'm pretty sure, high school. He was a chunky little fucker too, all full of snot and piss and "let's bite the radiator! let's bite the kitchen table! let's bite the fake lemon!" God bless him.