The newest, hottest, hippest Independent Weekly has been released! In its second issue, not only does it have funny, edgy writing, but also Savageís column, a schedule of whatís happening at all my favorite hotspots, reviews of local theater shows, AND an article about my local pasta boy. Thatís right, MINE. What am I talking about? The new FAHRENHEIT , thatís what! Get it. Read it. Do what it says. Itís the Reader after a face-lift and a liposuction. Too young for red tape, you get what the writers want you to get, raw as Eddie in his hayday. But not as crass, of course.
Thereís a lot going on tonight, and then into the three-day weekend. Tonight, those adorable friends of mine are performing at Scolariís Office. Check out their new site! Bunky is always fun, but some other friends of mine are putting on their Lotus-show-thingy, a handful of Djs, a mixture of mellow friends, a swankier atmosphere. Decisions, decisions.
Tomorrow night, no choice needs to be made. Iím going to be laughing at the hilarity of Miss Margaret Cho, in person! Spider Monkey, M.s., Cabana Boy and Jack Jr., thatís right. What fun! I got these tickets so long ago that I keep forgetting about the show, but tomorrow, Iíll KNOW. Oh yes. Tomorrow, we CHO.
Hee hee. Saturday night, big birthday boy turns 30! Oh my God, Iím almost 30. Why canít I have Evieís fingers and freeze time, just for a bit? Why does that number make me flinch? Iím going to try not to worry about it until Iím 28. Iím 26 now, so that gives me... calculating... counting.... thinking... alright, weíre good for now. Iím looking forward to seeing the boysí and girlís new pad in Solana Beach, looking forward to hanging out with all of my old school friends, boys of my current decade, influences on my life. Iím looking forward to spending time with them for an evening. Then Sunday, Monday, my goodness, Iíll have to tell you my plans for those days later. Like tomorrow. I keep forgetting, weíre only at Thursday here.
So onto work. Iíve got stuff to do and daydreams to have, mostly including the way My slave looked last night in those precarious positions. Sigh. Right, right. Work.