I had a very, very busy weekend. I’m just now finding myself in bed, settling in, getting ready to rest.

Friday I didn’t really have any plans, but ended up not getting home from being out until 3am. The only plan was dinner and a gallery opening. But, then I squeezed in a helleva lot more. I left work just a few minutes early to rush home and go watch a friends band play, and hang out with Nick for a bit. Nick used to work with us at Music Nation, and has since moved back to California. Then, I headed in LES to my friend CC’s store, Live Fast, where I used to work as well. She was having a few people over for drinks, and I told her I’d come by. Then, I went to a macabre art gallery opening in mid town, where I met up with Anna. She was initially gonna make me dinner, but we scrapped the plan and went to this Afghan place I like, and haven’t been to in a while. It’s near Jon, so I called him up and grabbed some ice cream. After downing the food, I called Devo who I know was DJing somewhere. He said, we’re going on in 20 minutes, hurry! So, I drove into Greenpoint, where the party was, and we found ourselves on the list, and ready to party! It was a long night. And that was just Friday!

Saturday was sleep in day, after that long night. Anna and I headed over to the Williamsburg Cafe for an amazing brunch… very good. Then strolled down to the park and just relaxed for a bit. Then, I got a last minute text message saying someone was bailing on something we were supposed to leave for in an hour. I was like, damn, this sucks. I had to freaking struggle to find someone who wanted to go to the Social Distortion show in Poughkeepsie, in an hour. I called around. I sent emails out. I sent text messages. Nothing. So, now I had to settle down and accept the fact this person pretty much dicked me over, didn’t even call, they sent a text… and then went out in the city later anyhow… if you don’t want to go, just say so. I’m an adult, I can take it, and it actually is more of a crap move to pull this shit. Anyhow… I digress, so, I’m hauling to get out of the city, and remember I have Hannah’s number, and I’m about 2 minutes from her house… Hannah, wanna go!? Sure… sweet. Now I don’t have to make the trip there, and back, solo. Thanks! We get there, grab some food, go to the show, see the sign, go back to the car, go back to the show, and go in. Wow. I think we spent more time looking at the douchebags in the joint than we actually spent watching Mike Ness perform! Ha. So ridiculous. Oh, and apparently Hannah looks like Kat von D. Even though, she really doesn’t. The show was amazing, and I was glad I chose this show of the 4 in the area to go to, especially since Mike was complaining about the other ones! We eventually make it back into Brooklyn in the wee hours, and I crash, only to get text messages and phone calls from all sort of folks either drunk or bored or both! Oh well.

Then, this morning, after fighting the urge to sleep in, I eventually get up relatively early, and head out for another day of shooting. Hannah came along, and acted as our trapper and driver of the gun cart. Jon shot really well… dick. I faired ok, just 2 under the last time I went. So, I guess I’m consistent! It was disgustingly gross and humid. And I was definitely not dressed for the weather! Next time!

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