Sentence probably only ever uttered in my house: “Lenny Briscoe is kind of a pale, scrawny rock dude, in his own way.”
The Springwater again last night. Bands good. Yes. It’s the kind of place you really want to avoid the bathroom. But sometimes you can’t avoid it, so I go. Door’s locked, I wait. There’s giggling behind the door and I’m thinking to myself, man, this is not the kind of bathroom you want to take a friend in with you. It’s also v. v. small. And then the door opens, of the women’s room and two dudes come out. Kind of emo, faux-punk dudes with spiky hair and necklaces. You know the type. Yikes. IRB said it best, “The women’s room at the Springwater is apparently the new YMCA.” Heh.
I am full of procrastination today. It’s like a disease. With no cure, other than action and so I’ll spring into action. No, for real. I’m going right now. What? I am.