Sometimes it's like the days were made just perfectly for the sole purpose of enjoyment. Woke up this morning to traffic on an orange and black couch in the livingroom of two fabulous men. The sunlight striking the building accross the way made a burnt orange color, perfectly coordinated with the couch cushions beneath me. 7:44 am. And I'm up. Senseless considering the half bottle of wine, cognac and 3 margaritas I drank last night. But up and wearing lenseless aviator frames and listening to Joan of Arc. JR says he likes Joan of Arc and miraculously he is up too. Showering now, sick with the "Flu."
METRIC was great last night, in the way that the members of the band all stood around and made nice after the show. They sounded good too and sweet blond vocal enthusiast thrashed around on the stage, robotic dance moves and hair spins, keeping me smiling and dancing around just enough to bump into the fellow next to me 3 or 4 times. This is a good sign.