Oi! Oi! Oi!

Very few hours of sleep, hope Nick was able to get up and get going for work. He isn't seasoned in this fine art of staying up till 3 and getting up at 7. I am fantasizing about getting to go home and go right to bed after work--- Carmin is closing and the only thing to be up for later on is Project Runway and if Victor comes over to show me the Buick since it's up and running now. Otherwise, it's a whole lot of sleeping. Last night was fun, although we couldn't assemble any troops. Rob said he was broke, which meant no Angel coming out, Laurie had to close and then be back at 7, Victor was supposed to come out, but said that he was broke, too, so consequently no Kyle or Kristy. It was packed upstairs since there was a punk show downstairs, so one had to mind they didn't get their eye poked out by mohawk spikes or studded leather jackets (yeah, it was those kinds of punks. Actually, there was a cross-section, definately the good, the bad, and the ugly haha. There were some skins there, too.) Anyways, for a good while upstairs, on account of the crowd, they were playing mostly punk, but it was good, lots of older stuff, and British mostly (Buzzcocks, The Clash, Stiff Little Fingers--- well, they're Irish, and then some Specials, Toots and The Maytals, Social Distortion), and then, once the headliner came on downstairs, and the place cleared out a bit, and it was the regular Tuesday crowd more or less, they started playing more typical music, Smiths, Pulp, Blur, Joy Division and New Order, Black Kids. Ran into some Goucher people, danced a bit, dodging pool cues, till the bastards finally gave up. Spoke to Craiggers, got fairly drunk early on. We stopped at Subway on the way home, on account, mainly of Nick having taken a nap when he got home from his first day in the classroom, and slept through dinner, so all he'd had was a hotdog for lunch.

I had two bowls of Special K for dinner, then followed that up about fifteen minutes later with some cheese and saltines (which I really should have done without, I guess), then the Subway.

There was a Farley sighting last night at Ottobar, remarkably. We simply said hello to eachother. I was surprised to see them, since they never seem to go out now. Anyways, it was weird, it feels like it never even happened.

We stayed till close, even though I told Nick that we could leave whenever he wanted, I guess that's when he wanted to leave haha, stopped at Subway, then made up for some lost time, rearranged the funiture, and after all that, spent another good half an hour atleast just mucking about, wrestling and terrorising eachother. I look and feel rather like I went through a war, but I also have a stupid grin on my face, both part of the evening's festivities. His parents are taking the dogs to Ohio with them this weekend, so we don't HAVE to stay at his parents' and we can go to Philly for Restaurant Week on Sunday. It's almost a shame that we have those Paul Weller tickets, because otherwise we could have gotten a hotel and gorged ourselves all weekend on fine Philly fare, but I'm glad to get to try for one day atleast. I guess I'll make reservations today for Amada, the tapas place.