Argh. Me hungry. Me want waffles.

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So i didn't go to the show last night. Instead, I went up to Machiavelli to get food. To my surprise, Suzette was bartending (I thought Jason had Fridays). I sat, and ate, and drank, and talked, and drew pictures on drink coasters. All of a sudden, I hear someone say my name - it was Jordan! Eeeee! (Not that any of you know this person, but whatever.) She was there with her friend Sara...they were supposed to have gone to the show as well. Funny, that. Then Andy, Jordan's bf (and a friend of Anna's from back in Bellingham) showed up, and we had a rollicking good time. The ladies left for awhile, and Andy and i discussed the current state of indie rock, or something...I don't remember really. We ended up at their apartment, where i got to play Andy's coral '65 Fender P-Bass. Mmmm, that was nice. The neck could use a tweak, and the pickups are a little beat up, but overall, it was very nice. I tried my damndest to keep up with the bassline on the Amon Tobin CD that was playing, but it proved to be too much for me. I left at around 2:00, maybe? All I know is that I wound up waiting in line at Taco Bell on Broadway...why the hell did I think Taco Bell was a good idea? Ack. Then i walked home. I tried to post last night, but someone was doing something to the LJ DEV BOX (I think that's what it was), and a long ass comment I wrote out is now lost. Damn that's annoying.

Give me waffles or give me death. Or a backrub.