ah, winter. almost forgotten about you.

before i get started, let me just say that weather this bloody cold can bite me sideways for two reasons:

1. sore knees.
2. the hunger that never ends. seriously. when it gets this cold, i am hungry ALL THE TIME. it's bad news.

in other news...

friday's show was jolly good fun, despite the technical difficulties brought to us courtesy of an extremely sozzled sound guy and a really ornery bartender. really, the whole experience felt very rock and roll for that very reason--that, and the small coterie of new york's bravest (firemen) who, almost as sozzled as the sound guy, parked themselves in front of the stage and peppered each between-song moment with appreciative comments; if they are to believed, i am their new favorite person. at least that's what I heard; apparently there were some rather choice obscene comments floating around as well, which i mercifully missed.

*ahem*

it was all quite harmless and fun, really. they left me alone once i got offstage, and so it was all fine. but yes! good fun.

sunday, i think, was the most restful day in the history of the world. i slept late, read for a few hours, took a nap, read for a few more house, watched some buffy and then went to sleep. well, kind of. my punishment for such a delightfully slothful day was a horrifying bout of insomnia which ended somewhere between three and four hours before i had to get up. fortunately, i had the new bantamweight champion of the world sharing my bed to act as my alarm clock, bringing me back to the waking world with the steady CLANG of his fist connecting with the radiator. ah the dreams of boys and boxers.

p.s. we are working on getting some MP3s--we were supposed to get some at the show last night, but our recording was another casualty of the sound guy. alas!