The newest, hottest, hippest Independent Weekly has been released! In its second issue, not only does it have funny, edgy writing, but also Savage’s column, a schedule of what’s happening at all my favorite hotspots, reviews of local theater shows, AND an article about my local pasta boy. That’s right, MINE. What am I talking about? The new FAHRENHEIT , that’s what! Get it. Read it. Do what it says. It’s 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.

There’s a lot going on tonight, and then into the three-day weekend. Tonight, those adorable friends of mine are performing at Scolari’s 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. I’m going to be laughing at the hilarity of Miss Margaret Cho, in person! Spider Monkey, M.s., Cabana Boy and Jack Jr., that’s right. What fun! I got these tickets so long ago that I keep forgetting about the show, but tomorrow, I’ll KNOW. Oh yes. Tomorrow, we CHO.

Hee hee. Saturday night, big birthday boy turns 30! Oh my God, I’m almost 30. Why can’t I have Evie’s fingers and freeze time, just for a bit? Why does that number make me flinch? I’m going to try not to worry about it until I’m 28. I’m 26 now, so that gives me... calculating... counting.... thinking... alright, we’re good for now. I’m looking forward to seeing the boys’ and girl’s 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. I’m looking forward to spending time with them for an evening. Then Sunday, Monday, my goodness, I’ll have to tell you my plans for those days later. Like tomorrow. I keep forgetting, we’re only at Thursday here.

So onto work. I’ve 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.

-Barbarella

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