Last night almost sucked, but then I spent the rest of the evening with Brooke and Brad. Good times. Met Brooke’s friend Vanessa (again) and we all met James at Katz’s for pickles. They have this bad ass rasberry jabanero sauce there that rocks.
Slept in and am back at work till 6:30 when I head over to Havok for the Bella Morte show. Hearts Fail opens. Naika and I spin and Roy should be dropping by for a guest set.
Danseparc was coolish, and definitely got cooler later when the music picked up. The early set reminded me of Union’s boys and girls club on Wednesdays (no cover, allegedly $2 drinks): almost awesome but missing some oomph.
Sunday, July 25 is Sahar’s birthday bash at Havok. Next Thursday, July 29 (not this Thursday), is the Leo’s Ball at Underworld with the Last Dance.
Object A is coming along. I swear.
Meanwhile I’ve been having weird dreams because they take place and seem just liek real life, so I’m having trouble what I’ve really done and what was just a memory. For example, the only reason I didn’t hang out with Danielle last Thursday is because she’s in D.C. Otherwise, things have been weird. When I figure out what’s going on, I’ll post a memo.