I ain't got no PhD, I'm a teenage lobotomy

I can't believe how much I am looking forward to sleeping in as late as I want tomorrow. I doubt it will interfere with packing, but it might slow down my shopping for birthday cards because I am lame and haven't done that yet.
There was, in fact, a mod tonight. I lured Megs into going, and we ran around being statues and kvetching shades and amazingly crunchy cannon fodder.
Then everybody else lamed out and instead of going to the Duke went to my house to watch war movies. So I stopped feeling guilty that we were running late to get to the Duke.
I think
No I don't. I can no longer remember why I wrote that.
Neil's game is not tomorrow, it's been postponed for a couple of months. which means that I'll have time to get everything done before it starts. Yay me.

Bring Tha Noize

Earplugs. If I must insist on going to see bar bands, I really need to invest in another bottle.
So I got to go to Emily's 'going away party' and see Urban Family Dog. It was good to see her happy, and it was good to see lots of people.
Alas, the performance suffered from many of the elements which drive me away from watching anybody perform live music. The volume was cranked up way too high, the bass bled all over everything, so the performance was essentially Noise Soup. The vocals were unintelligible, the horns were an atonal blare, and the bass guitar had been turned into a percussion instrument.
Which was frustrating, because it sounded like there was a band somewhere under the throbbing audio who might have been cool. But it did put me in the mood for horns-and-bass-guitar-band-with-a-message music, and so I'm going to go up and listen to my Crazy 8's albums when I get done here.
Plus, the lovely lead singer from Tenbone Martini and I shouted to each other and sort of communicated, and she gave me a CD with three of her songs on it.
But nobody played with my hair and braided it. ): I guess I'll have to hang out with Caredhel more often...