Food, frat boys, and fun!

Whadda day. Work was the same as always (yawn-inducing). Afterward, Brian & Stacy came and picked me up, and we went and met up with Chris & Michaela. We all had dinner at this Lebanese place on 15th. It took for-fucking-ever to get our food, but it was worth it. The guy in charge was super nice...he comped us (thanx Kayla) some appetizer-y type stuff and a glass o' vino.

After that, I went to Anna's place to give her a little care package (a get well card, some lozenges, Advil, a word search book, and a cheesy tchochke "Seattle" pen). Hung out there for a bit, and then Chris & Michaela came and got me. We ended up going to Leny's, the not-as-divey-as-it-used-to-be tavern around the corner from the house I grew up in. We traded stories about our wacky experiences going to Catholic grade schools and consumed healthy quantities of brew. At one point I was putting some songs in the jukebox when I felt a hand slap me on the back and a voice go "What's happenin' brotha,"...I turned expecting to see Chris, but instead it was some big jocky lookin' fella who smelled vaguely of patchouli. (The same guy accosted Chris in the bathroom later.) He began asking me what music I was putting in, and if I was going to stick to "classics" (which I took to mean Bob Marley, Led Zepplin, etc.). I informed him in the most diplomatic way possible that I was trying to mix it up a little bit. He then said something to the effect of "I'm counting on you" before sauntering away. I proceeded to put in music that I thought this guy and his frat buddies would greatly dislike ("Fascination Street", "Axel F", "Jet City Woman", "Sexual Healing", etc.) We finished our beers and left without ever hearing any of my selections though. Oh well.

Rocked out to a little Halo Benders on the ride home. And now I'm here, faithful reader. And I am very tired. I will sleep well, without fear of any damned alarm clock disturbing my slumber. Word up to that.

Breast implants can now be inserted via the navel. Yowza.

Just got back from doing the Sapphire thing avec Anna. Courtney invited us to her birthday party on 4/4. At the Rendezvous no less. The Rendezvous is where the drunks go after they've been kicked out of every other bar on a given night. (Shining Rendezvous moment: playing a show there [someone's b-day party, funny enough], and borrowing Gruntruck's P.A.)

I'll be sure to bring my shank.

If you dig hard enough, here's what $15.74 can buy you at the U-District Cellophane Square:

Analog Brothers - Pimp To Eat: Ice T & Kool Keith. Shee-it. Probably the best shit Ice T's done since O.G. Original Gangster.

Peep;[sic] - The Joy Of Being: It was on Knitting Factory Records. It was $1.00. I figgered why not?

Chappaquidick Skyline: In case you couldn't get enough Scud Mtn. Boys lovin'...

Spiritualized - Lazer Guided Melodies: This is an import from Deutschland from 1992. The CD still has "PROPERTY OF SILVER PLATTERS" printed on it. Hmmm...

various - Fuck The Rules: some Warner Bros. sampler from 1996. Pretty much the only reason I got it is because there was a Soul Coughing song on it from (I think) the "X Files" soundtrack. It also contains songs from such exciting acts as the Goo Goo Dolls, Biohazard, and Adam Sandler. Woo.

Illium - Plexiglass Cube EP: I believe this is the first release from this band. In the band is one James Hughes, empresario of Hefty Records (anyone get the Reach The Rock soundtrack? Or better yet see the movie?), and who is the son of John Hughes, director of many 80s Brat Pack movies (Breakfast Club, et al., and [not incidentally] Reach The Rock). Anyway, they sound sorta like Tortoise. But then again, who doesn't nowdays? Produced by Bob "Fuck Me, I'm In A Band With Steve Albini" Weston.

My search for a (read: any) Disco Inferno CD came up nil, once again. I figger I'm gonna have to go to Silver Platters (they of the purloined Spiritualized disc described above). They'll probably have something. Or maybe Fallout. We shall see.

One more day of the weekend left. Let's see what damage I can do.