Last night Brian took me out to see this band Cursive from Omaha. We got there in time to also catch the Velvet Teen. I don’t know if I spelled that right. Anyway, the singer for the Velvet Teen jumped off the stage during one of their last songs and no one caught him. He got bloodied and everything. PUNK.

Cursive were great. I kept trying to think of who they reminded me of. Modest Mouse? Fugazi? What mattered to me was that their music made me want to dance, and they had a cellist. We stood near the back so I couldn’t see much, but I have been to enough shows to know that normally there isn’t much to see anyway and it’s about being surrounded by the music at a deafening volume.

We had great bus foo and caught a late night 22 fairly easily. I think the 22 is the freakiest bus in the city. Closely followed by the 71. Brian performed his “duty as a boyfriend” (woo!) and walked me home, then the good bus foo continued as he caught a train home right away even though it was 12:45am. Thank you, Muni gods.

I didn’t sleep so well, the cats kept fidgeting and I got a mysterious tummyache. But I am fine now.

It’s noon, which means that very soon this website will grind to a complete halt as all the teenagers log on to post their sad teen poetry. I honor their journey, yesh I do.