I went to a show at the Hotel Congress downtown tonight. It was hosted by the 92.1 radio station, so it only cost a dollar to get in. It was good. I went alone. I am not a loser; perhaps a loner of sorts. Careful readers will note that I went alone to the music-festival-in-the-street-thing a while back as well.

And this experience also had its werid-opposite-sex-moment-that-makes-a-young-man feel good. I was just there minding myself and the band, called Music Video (I think), and felt myself being watched. I turned my head to see that three fine young femmes were eyeing me. Wonder what that conversation was like. What are my finer points?

So, to make a short story long, the band that I really enjoyed was called The Deludes. They are a hyper rock band. Their headman was energetic and later was just hanging out talking to people. The lead band, Long-View, (I think they have the dash because there's already an American band called Longview), had Coldplay disease--sappy lyrics, too loud and too slow at the same time. That's when I left.

I've got to get to work this weekend. Today I watched parts of Pulp Fiction, Gross Pointe Blank, and a precious nugget of someone in the Texas Eagle Forum getting rhetorically ripped apart by a gay rights activist (apparently there's some homophobic legislation going on down there).