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This is the only day I'm going to work this week, as the wisdom teeth come out first thing tomorrow morning. Maybe I'll post from home, maybe I won't. Wish me anti-infected wishes. Wish Cake patience with my teary-eyed and dirty-mouthed demands for a short play about corndogs with epilepsy.

Spin the Bottle was Friday night, and I think my hostessing abilities were sufficient. I told a story that didn't make any sense to cover some time, I forgot about my duties for a second, shouted 'Oh Yeah! I'm hosting!' to a dark theater, the lights came back up, and we were on. Not perfect, but charming. I think I covered lightly charming.

Cake also decided that he was coming this month whether I liked it or not. (I secretly liked it very much.) I think he found it entertaining enough to be worth his time, and that's all I really wanted.
(I thought we had a great show.)

On Saturday, I went to a wedding on the north end with my parents. (My father wore a blue suit, my mother wore a purple suit, and I wore a pink dress. We looked awesome.) I had a fine time at the wedding, and was one of the few who danced at the reception. The highlight of the deal was seeing my cousin James, who came into the city after the wedding. We went to see The Unicorns at Neumos.* The Unicorns rocked it like the whole world had a crush on them. A little talky, but so invested it was worth it. Make sure you catch them.

The Unicorns were AA, so it was only 10 when the show let out. James wasn't musically satiated, so we went down to the former Sit and Spin, current Hideaway to see the Husbands and Dead Moon. The Husbands rocked it with tassled outfits, an enthusiastic misc percussion guy, and motown covers mixed in with Muffs-esqe punk. They're one of Roxy's favorite bands, so I was ready for them to rock. They did. Dead Moon was very high energy punk with an audience of diehard fans. I loved their shit, (FIFTY FOUR FORTY OR FIGHT!) but I could only take about a half hour of it before the intensity made it feel repetitive.

Sunday was full of houseware shopping and home maintenance. We now have oil paintings of Diana Ross and The Supremes in the livingroom. Souxie made a killer housewarming gift and we went to Camp Vassar for dinner. Drank wine. Got punchy. Laughed really hard while relaying the story of the hostage tragedy in Russia because I couldn't not tell it, but I felt really bad for feeling like I had to tell it to anyone who showed up.

(on the phone)
Cake: "What're you doing?"

"I'm carrying wine up the hill, you crazy motherfucker! What're YOU doing?"

"Whoa, somebody's punchy. I'll call you back later."

"OH NO YOU WONT! I already picked up the phone, samuel clemens. We're gonna TALK."

See you guys when the swelling goes down.

*Dear Neumos, after 3 totally horrifying and/or wildly annoying show experiences, I finally had a decent time at your establishment. I tentatively withdraw my firey verbal curse. Lets work together to balance out the sucking-to-rocking ratio.