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March 11, 2005 -- Asterisk, Brooklyn
There were some casualties last night. I regret to inform all of you that my glasses, considered by many to be one of my defining features, are now totally busted. Someone threw what I now realize to be a snowball at me, although at the time I couldn't really tell what it was through the drunken haze. Perhaps I did not expect to be pelted with such things indoors. Regardless, I took my glasses off and put the in what seemed like a safe place at the time. We, per usual, had set up in the hallway. There was a table in the corner, and Kevin decided it would be a good idea to set up on top of it. There wasn't room for much, so he was playing a snare and a cymbal. I put my glasses under the snare stand, which in retrospect might not have been the best place for them. Kevin did not even bring his bass drum, mostly because he seems to have misplaced it. How do you lose a fucking bass drum? Kevin Shea, apparently, is capable of things you and I cannot even imagine. Mike Colin brought his over, and even played it with us. It is always nice to have someone sit in with us. We debuted "Unforgettable" last night, despite never having rehearsed it. To be honest, I don't really remember much else about the set. It is not incredible how forgettable it was, although I might have been drunk. I would like to take this opportunity to give a shout out to all our brothers in arms who performed with us last night, as it was a distinct pleasure to share an evening with them. So thank you Diamond Nights (best rock and roll band in town, hands down), Cheeseburger (who are currently partying like it's last week, or something like that), Aa (whom twenty year old girls seem to swoon for, those lucky bastards), Telepathy (who were down a man but came out swinging, nonetheless), Lucky Dragons (Luke was seriously amazing last night, I really wish all of you could have seen him play), and Benji Cossa (we'll play shows with him any day of the week). I spent the rest of the evening stumbling around Asterisk, not being able to see very well and being approached by strange women. All of them seemed really interested in telephone numbers, although I did none of the soliciting. I did get to dance extensively with shirtless dudes, including Ted, for some reason. Todd fell asleep for a bit, and then I called him a car. I walked out at 6am into what seemed like a blizzard, which is probably what it was. I mounted my bicycle and rode home drunk, without my glasses, in the snow. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Well, to be honest, it seemed like a terrible idea at the time. But I needed to get home.