city limits: new year's eve for halloween

me and justin sullivan playing guitar. all rancid songs. we'll always have "olympia," friend. (chorus: c,d,g,c X3 c,g,d,d)
city limits came up with a great new song. "infection spreads from the heart to the head."
the kids at norman monitor were kind enough to host us in their loft. the show was typical limits fare. i was out of tune for most of the evening (before and after the set included) and broke many strings. justin suggested i bring a backup guitar. a wonderful idea, but still not enough for mr. strong strum. i really don't like playing guitar all that much, but kyle and dan are my favorite rythym section and justin my favorite vocalist. its where i fit in. i just concentrate on making a little noise and dancing with my buddies. ian sure as hell knows about the dancing. he does it much better than i do.
the show marked the first time rls and i really got down together. to be honest, i was intimidated by his work (all that i really knew of him). turns out, i had nothing to worry about. i should've known...we have mutual friends and they have amazing taste. i feel like i know him better now and can't wait to hang out on the left.
i missed mike's show because of ours. wish i could've been there, buddy. it was great to see you and meet adam at the party. and it was very kind of you to let me use your amp. what a guy. i'm holding you to your mariachi promise.
brendan and i didn't have the talk time that we wanted. i still want it.
ren and i jammed with justin dero one day and with andres the next. we spent some time listening to practice tapes and soul asylum. the deal: if i can divorce myself from the 9-5 (under-estimate), we're going to make a go at something serious. i made sure that i'm going to be the bass man. i'll leave the guitars to ren (the hercules of rock), all i know about is office politics and hitting the thick strings hard.
i picked francesca up from jfk and we took a walk to white castle. it was a first for me. she was the perfect person to go with. evidence: after plowing through our burgers and fries (i ate the majority of both, i believe) we went to a bar and got hot dogs. then went and got candy bars and cookies at the bodega.
john beat me in a race. he on his bike vs. me in the minivan. it would've been closer had it not been for a red-light and john's lack of respect for traffic rules. there's an asterisk next to that W, sir. see you at the starting line!
tara and i survived a tough weekend. i was a jerk and am still sorry. the van ride home was the worst. the sunday morning nap was the best.

the takeaway: love is worth it.

we don't run. we run things.