~ Yesterday I shocked and, I assume, angered Ken by purchasing the entire early (pre-Dark Side) Floyd catalogue because they were all on sale cheap at A&B. He made various comments I was able to ignore due to his current Rush obsession. I think Jamie was probably a little surprised too when I asked her where all the Floyd went and she said, “Here on this sale rack” and I started loading up my arms like I was looting bread and canned goods in a post-Katrina New Orleans superette.
I remembered too late that I wanted some Jefferson Airplane too.
~ Space-rock band is reconvening on… September 11th. At least for that practice we’ll be called Airplanes Flying Into Buildings. Though perhaps better than some others we’ve performed under, Erin pointed out it’s still a really bad name. I hope somebody finds us a usable moniker sometime.
~ Played poker and it was rad. I won a million dollars. And about 5 shots. The shots made Rush’s “Closer To The Heart” on repeat sound really amazing.
~ It was a sketchy scene at the Cambie last night. No lie, it was sketchy. We were promised beforehand that this band Whitey were not white supremacists and the first thing I saw when we got there were several skinheads. Then a whole lot of wallet-chains. Kristjanne got a tray of alcohol poured on her head. Then Lauren and I ran hand-in-hand all the way to 70 Below where we saw Jessica Drama who gave us a detailed story about how she destroyed her wrist at work.
~ 6 days of drinking left. I’m hung-over a little and smell bad a lot. Time to listen to Floyd and soak in the bath.
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