friday

i have to make sure i type this stuff on the day it happens. it's sunday morning, and i can't remember friday.

i know i took the civic to get an oil change while di was at the gym, picked up a chai on the way.

i worked on patagonia drawings, and around 4:30 i left for the dianogah practice space. traffic was really slow on the highway. loaded out, drove down to reggie's, blazing cold out. loaded in, sound checked a tiny bit, and went next door for dinner. i had one vodka & orange juice, containing about 8 oz of vodka, and was very swirly at dinner. felt better after some food (catfish, grilled vegetables, spicy rice). opening band was 'light pollution', they did fine, considering the mandolin and flute. they've been listening to the arcade fire. we played, not so well for us to be really happy, but well enough that i don't think anyone could tell the difference. it gave me hope for next week at the bottle. stephanie sang on three songs, and did really well, though i wish she was louder. we'll work on that. i screwed up the verses on 'a breaks b'.

hung out a while after our set, during william elliot whitmore's set. good dude. he played really well, the crowd was totally into them. he kept a group of like 200 people singing with him for an hour and a half, then moved the show next door to the restaurant. we loaded out and left between his sets.

we decided to bite the bullet and load into our space around midnight in the cold. i don't think we've ever had such a hard load. four flights up.

i dropped jason at home. we talked about the highs and lows of the set we played.

home, into bed. i slept like a rock.