Ah, there are those familiar feelings of shame and regret. I was surprised to not have these feelings upon waking last Saturday. I guess I was more excited than loaded that night. Whereas last night had me more uncomfortable. It ended up being a great time, and I'd like to thank everyone who worked so hard in putting it together and, of course, everyone who came.

I can't put into words why I felt odd. I think it was mostly that I was in the Khyber again for the first time in so long, but I was there with completely different people than the Khyber has me reminiscing over.

Had to Die had me crying. It's just, hearing that song in that building was overwhelming. I've heard the song many times before, and have gotten past the stage where it makes me cry. But thinking of that beautiful girl, in the Khyber, when it was the Khyber days that I met her. She was often around. We had mutual friends. I can't give all the credit to the building, or the lyrics, however. Eleanor's performance with the chairs pushed me over the last step.

Hi, my name is Crystal, and I'm an alcoholic.

If the first step is admitting you have a problem, I did that ages ago.

Three years ago, I mentioned the Khyber and Valentine's PSSTs.

PS--I like the word "muchly."