"Yeah, we met a couple of times in Emily's bedroom."

You know that we're both good people if we met in Emily's bedroom, cuz she doesn't let just anyone into her boudoir. My second favourite place that I have recently met someone is the men's washroom. Sure, I've met plenty of people in the women's washroom, but that's not difficult to accomplish.

The Idiot was a good time last night. My first time seeing Hi Firey as a band, and it was quite enjoyable. "You must like him for his drumming skills, cuz I can't think of anything else that's good about him"--JCS. Stewie also asked me if I was going to heckle them. People just can't let things go. I told him I was going to wait for the next band (I thought the Academic was next) because it had the Fucking Christian Simmons in it. In reality, Great Plains were next. It wasn't what I'd call "my thing" but it was good to see Sean with a guitar and microphone and those guys are certainly talented. At one point, the bass player broke a string. Obviously, there was a lull in the show while he got another one and he and Sean re-tuned. Sean asked if Gerry was in the crowd "we could really use some heckling right now." The room erupted in people yelling "gay" at the band. Then, there was a discussion about vibe. Alfred had lost his vibe, which consequently wrecked MY vibe. The last thing I said before Great Plains continued their set was "my birthday's coming. I'd love it if someone bought me a vibe."

The Academic were good. I didn't pay any attention to them when they played the hallway party (I have a circular scar on my throat from that cigarette burn). It was quite entertaining to see Rock Dad rocking out up front. "I expect half of you to come right up front, and the other half, well you'll probably leave, but that's okay with us." I've only been to the Idiot twice, and both times I had the pleasure of witnesses Mike Bigelow. He's so nice, funny, fun, etc. And talented. He's really fun to watch. Pretty eccentric, really. I love the way he moves on stage. I need to start moving more.

I have some decisions to make about tonight. Last night, the sweet girl that I met in Emily's bedroom invited me to her going away party. I think it'd be interesting and fun to go to a going away party for people I don't really know. I know many of their friends, and it would be one last chance to get to know them before they move. I try not to make commitments. I don't commit myself to something unless I know for sure I'll come through with keeping my word. A certain friend of mine is famous for saying "I'll be there" or "maybe" or "probably" or "I'm on my way" and then never actually showing up. So, when I left the bar last night, I said "if I don't see you, have a good move and I'll hit you up on friendster." The response was "oh, but we'll see you tomorrow."

But, less than an hour ago, DRock called to invite us to a party at Slitch haus. They always invite us and we've never gone yet. It'd be quite an adventure, really. I don't even know where Inglis Street IS. And, considering I got lost looking for North Street a few weeks back, it's guaranteed I'll get lost in the South End. To me, that's scarier. So many fucking jocks in the South End.

Then there's the show at the Seahorse that I'm pretty sure I'm not going to. I can't afford to go to so many shows, and I'll see Contrived for free next weekend.

So, now I'm torn. I'll probably know more people at the Caper party, but they'll be wrapped up with their friends and I'll probably feel stupid and out of place. I really want to go to a Slitch party, but this one's so last minute and I probably won't be getting that drunk tonight. I'm off for breakfast at 3:00. I'm sure tonight's plans will dominate the conversation.