i am made of lead today. it was a sleep-dep marathon weekend, and i only got to start catching up on it last night, so i'm still feeling knocked around.
friday night was machete's last show ever. justin moves away to new york city sometime this week, and so the night at churchill's marked the end of a sad and troubled and beautiful era. south florida's lost its indie rock prodigy, and it doubt it's even aware. i have four autographed cds to prove it.
it was a monstrous show, but monstrous-good. i dragged kimmy and melissa along, and melissa dragged a visiting sister, and we had some pitchers of bass to weather the three opening bands. and then machete's epic set: i wasn't timing but i assume it was at least two hours, with a ten-minute intermission during which i got the albums and chatted with justin and ben and seth. when it was over, the mood was up, celebratory, not drab, and that's what we all took home.
i had four hours of sleep and then went in to work at 11 in the morning. got home exhausted and with every intention of going to bed early, but then i talked to j and somehow ended up at poplife with papo an hour later. i drank and danced and papo left and i stayed with j. ran into o and a high school friend's all-grown-up little brother and arnaldo, whose band played in the courtyard, and the usual suspects. was a little indecent with j in one of the curtained-off booths. he drove me home at 4 and neither of us wanted to leave, so he parked and i took him out to the docks and we talked. i ended up at work that morning with a half hour of sleep and three shots of espresso in my body. it was rough. but again (mantra), entirely worthwhile.
things with j are getting more involved than either of us anticipated. we were on the phone last night from eleven until five in the morning, what's becoming a near-nightly ritual, and instead of running away he keeps coming back, prolonging. i don't know, but i'm having a fucking great time. there are no expectations, and maybe that's why everything's so good. he makes me talk and he makes me feel free. enough: it's nobody's business, not quite even ours.
so. things are good. money's tight and work sucks, but i'm having fun. i got the 2002 used car consumer reports book, and the kelley blue book, and i'm going to be an expert on the market by the time i'm finished with them. (on my way to wheels.) the walkmen are coming in july. spain is kicking some world cup ass. riding another wave of good.
