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Mood: Good
Music: Caught A Lite Sneeze; by Tori Amos

Last night was karaoke night at the Rickshaw. Actually, I think every night is karaoke night at the Rickshaw, it's just that I only go on Saturdays. It was a good night. Good singing. The songs I remember singing include "Never Is Enough by Barenaked Ladies, "Eleanor Rigby" by the Beatles, my standard performance of "Birdhouse In Your Soul" by They Might Be Giants, and "Blister In The Sun" by the Violent Femmes. The night hit a high note, no pun intended, at about 12:30, when my friend Heather and I sang "Coconut" by Harry Nilsson. We rocked that mother. I'm still annoyed by the lack of any Richard Thompson or Tom Waits available at the Rickshaw.

After that we went to Capitol Hill and a little club called the Mercury Room. For an idea of what the Mercury Room is like, I refer you to the very first Hard Underbelly comic, in which I stated how much dark raves, industrial goth clubs and the like suck. My plan was to grab a drink, sit down in one of the many unoccupied boths, and nurse it to pass the time. However, it was after two, the bar wasn't serving alcohol anymore, and I discovered just how hard it is to nurse a bottle of Alaskan spring water. It was a time that I kinda wished I smoked, just so that I'd have something to do as I sat there. Don't get me wrong, on the way to the Mercury Room, I was still drunk enough to believe that I could dance, but by the time we'd gotten there, I'd sobered up enough to remember the truth: I dance about as well as an emu plays chess. Fortunately, Heather also sobered up to the point where she realized how tired she was. We caught a cab to her place and watched a bit of the Olympics before she went to bed and I crashed on the living room floor, doomed to a night of enduring her friendly cat. Here's the silly thing: of the several groups of people we hung out with over the course of the night, we were the first to sleep. And yet, all of the others felt no reason not to call early in the morning and invite us to do things like jogging at eight. Christ, these people had gotten less sleep than we had, and they want to go jogging? Unnatural.

I've spent the last few hours staying awake, 'cause if I go to sleep now, I know I'll just wake up around midnight anyway, and I have to work in the morning.

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  posted by Tristan @ 8:45 PM

Sunday, August 22, 2004  

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