Happy birthday Gretchen! Well well well...last night was pretty interesting. I met a slew (sleaux?) of interesting hipsters, and watched their progression from untouchably cool to untouchably covered in their own vomit. It started out with just the folks I see at the shows around town, and at Rue de la Course, and as the night went on, all these freaks in velvet sport coats strolled in who looked like they just got out of a strokes show. And they started talking about how great New York was...and I actually started laughing out loud everytime one of them said something.

This hangover would be alot easier to deal with if my CD changer wasn't bleating. I want to listen to the CD that Beth made me, and this worthless machine will not work. While means that in about 10 minutes it will be scattered on my floor in several pieces next to carefully collected piles of screws.