2002-11-12 - 3:12 p.m.

Christ, could someone give me the full story on Kevinstevenmattz's blowout this past weekend? Pictures here. Are you all still too stumble-mumbled to impart the story? I've heard the rumblings, the hints, the rumors. All suggest the makings of a classic tale. Someone please step up to the plate. You all were there.

All the office is on a conference call pep talk, and I'm listening to King Tubby and actually working.

This past weekend seemed short. I slept a lot but got up early on Saturday. Forgot where the hell the Diamonds show was, and I was too late to meet up with people at Welcome to the Johnson's (Johnsons'?) beforehand. So Nami and I walked around way too much within a little 12-square-block grid of the most gentrified (not counting the section that's now considered the East Village) part of the LES. Who knows why? Not I. Met up with Elana on Saturday for dinner, then we continued on to Botanica on Houston to wait out the call for the evening's plans. That call never came, or at least, it didn't seem to. The message was left, but we didn't get it for whatever reason. Over-reliance on mobile phones blah blah blah. But in the meantime, we happened to run into Beth at Botanica. Ironically enough Beth and Elana and I were supposed to all go out together this week sometime. Ooh, the Botanic Garden is gorgeous nowadays, too. Go there before the leaves fall.

Today has been really busy. My only reason for writing now rather than later is a dubious one. I figure that if I burn this thing out and upload, then I'll have less time (and therefore be more motivated, such is my nature) to complete what I done set out to do today. The plan is to leave early and get more stuff done. I won't go into details, but here's a hint: Tomorrow's Nami's birthday.

Sweet goodness. I almost forgot about...no, that's about it.