Better Make It Random

After the track meet on Saturday, I have no idea what I'm going to do. Za's on a plane for Seattle, Chaz and Gavroche are at a private birthday party, T's got no set plans, Glass is coming back from Marin and Topher is out at the Giants game. Due to all of these early plans, no one knows what they're doing later, which makes my plan planning a bit dicey. I've talked to PSoo who is on his way over to Elbo Room, so when I get into my car around 10, I decide to meander towards there and see what comes up.

And sure enough, something does. Turns out there's a Throw Me the Statue concert at the Bottom of the Hill that not only had I not heard about, but also wasn't sold out yet. I jet over there immediately and run into KFer, Da, Gavroche, Jarles, and about half of the remaining population of CSU. Bottom of the Hill is where I got to see Ratatat a few years back, and what a good venue for a smaller show and a band of friends. TMTS rocks through a solid set, and afterwards we kick it around for a while. Afterwards, a group of us splits off to go home and the rest of us head over to meet E at the I where the nightly celebrations are in full swing. I won't go into details here, but I will say that E has told me for a while that it's my destiny, and he's starting to look correct about that.

As I leave the club, I start walking to my car to head over to the crepe stand. I put on my music and start dancing in the street, moving towards my car. About 6 blocks down from the club, I realize that the silver cigarette case I carry with me, that has the last j of the evening in it, is not in my back pocket where it's supposed to be. I freak. I backtrack. I walk back to the club and turn around, walking slowly looking along the ground, getting more and more infuriated with the idea that not only did I lose the case, but I lost the last j that was in it. I spend about twenty minutes looking for it before giving up and realizing that I can't let it spoil what was otherwise a very good night. I want to throw something until I get back to my car and find it there, right in the sidedoor where I left it. I spend the car ride from Broadway to the crepe stand dancing and celebrating profusely.

I get to the stand and bury a strawberry/nutella/coconut before heading home. Another night well played.