last night - today - tomorrow
last night: dre and i went over to jon teague's house for some outstanding vegetarian stir-fry, excellent refreshments and music that included a dvd by the japanese zeuhl band koenji hyakkei. who knew prog could be so visceral?
today: woke up to make fresh carrot juice for my sweetie's breakfast, slept some more, wrote a little, cut the grass, bought groceries, tried to pick up the new futon my sweetie ordered for my mom's visit (it wasn't in yet), and finally got to try out the tuna bunwich recipe i found in the doctor's office magazine back in august. we dined al fresco.
after dinner, fell by 6th street, where carl pack was just winding up his happy hour shift and billy wilson was getting ready to tend bar for the evening. 'twas good to see carl and i couldn't wait to shake his hand. gave billy a coupla prints of wreck room pics my sweetie wanted him to have. brian forella was hangin' out with oze, watching the hip-hop honors on vh-1. it was cool seeing brian and carl groovin' to a tribe called quest.
for the first time, the room felt like home and it made me realize how that feeling has less to do with the room itself than with the people in it. this friday the 12th is "wreck room night with dj carl pack." ya mo' be theah. maybe you, too?
tomorrow i'm gonna be shop vac'ing the house in preparation for my mom's visit, and going with dre to pick up the new futon. after that, who knows?
today: woke up to make fresh carrot juice for my sweetie's breakfast, slept some more, wrote a little, cut the grass, bought groceries, tried to pick up the new futon my sweetie ordered for my mom's visit (it wasn't in yet), and finally got to try out the tuna bunwich recipe i found in the doctor's office magazine back in august. we dined al fresco.
after dinner, fell by 6th street, where carl pack was just winding up his happy hour shift and billy wilson was getting ready to tend bar for the evening. 'twas good to see carl and i couldn't wait to shake his hand. gave billy a coupla prints of wreck room pics my sweetie wanted him to have. brian forella was hangin' out with oze, watching the hip-hop honors on vh-1. it was cool seeing brian and carl groovin' to a tribe called quest.
for the first time, the room felt like home and it made me realize how that feeling has less to do with the room itself than with the people in it. this friday the 12th is "wreck room night with dj carl pack." ya mo' be theah. maybe you, too?
tomorrow i'm gonna be shop vac'ing the house in preparation for my mom's visit, and going with dre to pick up the new futon. after that, who knows?
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