Lawdy lawdy lawdy I had an intrestin' night last night. Went to the Garage (the pool hall partially owned by several veterans of the Grunge Wars of '91) for Damon's 25th birthday party. Saw several people that I haven't seen in a long time. Very cool. However, I had to cut out early because I had to go meet Anna 'cuz the only clean clothes I have are at her house. So I go meet up with her, and she wanted to keep her date with the Cyclops (we go there every Thursday), so I relented. (I said hi to Bryan at about this time.)

So, we get there and sit at the bar. This woman comes and sits down next to me. She asked for a cigarette, so on and so forth. We get to talking, and it turns out she is the aunt of the drummer in my old band. This blew her away that we could both know the same 6'3" 260 lb. Tongan-American who played drums. She then started referring to me as her nephew (in a good way, not a delusional way), hugging me and Anna, and buying us drinks. I got quite drunk. While all this family bonding was going on, Anna got to talking to a girl named Vickie, who was in Seattle from Dublin on business. Vickie was 27 but didn't have her passport, so she couldn't get served. She was really nice.

By this point, I was about to fall asleep at the bar. Tanya (the bartender) got me some bread and hummus. That helped a little. Went to Anna's, finally, and passed the fuck out. Up at 6:30 this morning, hating life. Felt (still do, sorta) feel like ass. Drinking Gatorade.

Thank [insert deity of choice here] it's Friday.