January 14th, 2007

windswept 2

Rollin' with the Punches.

I don't even know where to begin.

Last night, _aqualung_ and I went to the Battered Citizens reunion show. Words can hardly describe. Imagine a dive bar, packed to the gills with a bunch of 35 - 40 year old punk rockers. It was so fucking beautiful. I saw people there I haven't seen (or thought about) in 20 years. Tracy. Mark Choi. Spahr. Johnny Banana showed up toward the end. All the bands kept joking that we should put our babysitters on standby so we could do this again soon.

Of course, the giant downside is that dive bars packed to the gills tend to be hella smoky. Thankfully I was there with _aqualung_, another reformed smoker, but we still both left coughing and smelling like ashtrays.

And now it's today. Today is MAD Day at The Co-op, except for some reason we're not calling it "MAD Day" this month -- this time it's "Member Extra Discount Day." I have no idea why. I was supposed to start at 3:00, but Allisyn just called to tell me that Saprina was in a car accident, so I'll be going in at 1:30 instead. It's fine by me -- I'm awake anyway. I just hope Saprina's OK.

And then after work I'm supposed to go out for tea and conversation with Sprout. His idea. Like I told _aqualung_, I'm all for clearing the air. He and I have definitely been all squonky around each other lately. Maybe we can get that fixed. And hey -- if he blows it off, Sunday nights are always karaoke nights with Michael, so at least I won't have to sit at home staring daggers into the walls.