Me. Beautiful blue skies. Peace warrants peaceful coffee and time with your current book. Coffee warrants good conversation, and good conversation warrants pleasurable company. Boy did I score.

Not only did I find a parking spot right next to Kinsolving, Auli’i and I walked to the Spiderhouse for coffee and the dregs of a pack of cloves. Out of cloves we hit the drag for more.

Kinsolving smells the way it did seven years ago, and girls from catalogs walked in and out. I got my feng shui number: 8 white mountain star. I didn’t get to hold the albino King snake.

We absconded to the Lust Murder Box show. Stephanie’s vocals were really good. The music was great. Erik has combined electro sequences with trip-hop laced rhythms and heavy guitars. The show rocked.

Our whirlwind tour of Austin continued with a late dinner at a mexican restaurant, Curra’s. I ate a mushroom burrito, and then we drove to Thad’s. When we got there, Thad and Stacie were fleeing for the club. Inside, Alex and Leah were lounging on his bed. Auli’i and I decided to get more coffee rather than listen to them have sex. Fortunately, we got to hear round two later.

On the way back to the Spiderhouse, we went by Planet K for more cloves. Outside at Spiderhouse, it was cold. I had a breve, sat beneath wood chimes, learned about Daoism and had an absolutely amazing time.

Spiderhouse kicked us out at 2am, so we headed back to Kinsolving. I was to be loaned Neil Gaiman and initiated with Headwig and the Angry Inch (pronounced Headvig). The movie was awesome.

It was over around 5am. I took Auli’i home and headed back to Thad’s. I was so jazzed about the movie and my day that I was scarcely tired.

If, in reading this, Saturday seemed mundane, busy at most, then that is only because I am trying to restrain my enthusiasm: Auli’i rocks. Just as I was lamenting the lack of cool new people to hang with, I am inundated.

Bad ass.

Postscript

Alex: Do you have a tape to test with? All’s I have is gay porn. (Inserts tape. Young man laves a large cock.) Well. It works! (Alex exits stage right with tape in hand.)

Auli’i: That was… interesting.

Last night at Katz’s introduction’s were made with names and then signs, and much chewing was done on astrology concerning who would get along with who. Very interesting to watch.

Roy, suddenly flush with cash, and intent on libating with Renee convinced me to go to Spy. I drank much too much. Hungover today. I haven’t had a hangover like this (headache) in ages. It was prolly a mystery drink the bartender pawned off and me.

Sunanda showed: “Spy is always good to me.” She’s one of the reasons we went to Katz’s, so she could sober up a bit. We split some french fries, and she had a grilled cheese. It looked good, like Nicci’s.

Nick was there (“Next time don’t be a scared little bitch. Just ask.”) with Kendall, seemingly an old friend of the entire Oakridge/Woodlands group. She’s a cancer: “Whenever I meet interesting people, I like to get to know them more.”

Brandon and Ramiro were also there. As was Tiffany. She always says something that makes me smile and shake my head; something moderately lascivious, but ultimately sweet. She’s good people.

Lastly there was this girl who looked so much like Nicci, it fucked with my head. Renee and Roy thought the same. Her hair was in a style formerly worn by Nicci. And she had Nicci’s back, shoulders, and neck. Fucked with my head because I had the immediate sensation that she was absolutely beautiful. She wasn’t. She wasn’t offensive, by any means, but I found it odd how my concept of beauty had morphed to be Nicholette.

I wonder if everyone does that.

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.