I was ditched last night by both Kasey and Roy, in a less than satisfactory state, which was pretty uncool. Had fun though. The Breeder’s were sold out, which sucked immeasurably. Were my car working correctly, I might follow them to Lousiana to catch the next show. That’ll teach me to buy tickets in advance.

Still, hung with Tiffany and Sunanda That was generally pretty cool.

Let me clarify, Tiffany, who was drunk and tired, was going to drive me all the way home, even though it was late, she worked at noon, and she lives far, far, away in Cypress.
But fun was some harmless trash talking, and then Katz’s with Tiffany and some new guy I just met, Justin. It was he who actually drove me home. Luckyily, he lives just down the street. Serendipitous.

So… last night was excellent. Tuesday Night Hang Out Night, part deux. It was just Roy and I until about 10 pm when the Michaels arrived with their pensive punk friend Dan.

Back in the day we had this motto about “making new weirdness.”

The two Michaels live by these words. They bathe in them. Loudly. Hysterically. It was at once refreshing and affronting. The absolute brutality with which they enjoyed themselves — laughing, mocking, funny-facing — pummeled your senses and left you dizzy with carousal.

Danielle stopped by on a whim. Just a spot of wine, and then she must leave, really. Well, perhaps just a spot more. We were magnanimous. She was absolutely giddy, shaking and giggling violently about some Cathedral in Italy, the people in Ireland, or some bit of music Roy had on.

Colleen came by as well, perhaps a little overwhelmed at first by the two Michaels. I can’t blame her, but after a bit she settled into a conversation with the generally unflappable, Dan.

I fled at midnight, my toes already turning orange, tired and tipsy on Rhine and crazed grins.