I locked myself out of my goddamn house after lunch today. Must have been karma. For all the bitching I do about stupidity, etc., I’m bound to commit my fair share myself. Maybe it’s God punishing me for vanity or something. I had to hoof it over to the landlord’s office, borrow a master key, let myself in and then bring the key back. No, I didn’t loot anyone else’s house.
My car is clean. Ergo, it’s going to rain tomorrow.
I’ve heard that New Order is going to be touring on Moby’s Area: One music festival, but that they’re only playing West Coast dates. It’s enough to make a brother check out the tour dates while he’s doing his summer convention travels. It would seem that Incubus or some other racket band is also on the ticket, so the venues should abound with suburban teenagers hosting anger-management disorders.
I just remembered part of the weekend. A roving pack of hooligans ended up at Chaos. A Ketel One and Seven costs eight fucking dollars there. With tip: $10 per drink. Ass! At least Rachel scammed a buncha free champagne. Like any sensible person, however, I didn’t drink any. I did drink free Krudler Light or whatever at Have a Nice Day Cafe, though. What a dump that place was.
Off to watch wrestling and sing karaoke. Further “news” as events warrant.