magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

So today I actually know why I felt as if I were beaten up yesterday.

Also, no matter how often I checked the weather online, which said that it was supposed to be in the 80s and fair until well into the evening, and even then only getting down to the mid-70s overnight, I couldn't shake the feeling that it was cold outside, and that a t-shirt wouldn't be enough to keep me warm if I went out tonight, as if I had been transplanted out of time.

And as it happened, I did go out tonight. Chris called this afternoon to say, 'In case you didn't know, I'm playing a show tonight, with John's band.'

'This is the first that I'm hearing of it.'

'I'm pretty sure that Aimee mentioned it the other night.'

'No, not that I recall.'

'Well, anyway, if you want to come out, it's at some place in Williamsburg, off of the J, called Boogaloo. We probably won't be going on until after 10.'

Needed something to do to kill time, and something to eat if I was planning on drinking at the bar, I decided to try the trendy-looking new veggie thai place in the East Village, Pukk. I had walked past it as they were building out the space, and thought it looked neat, but had no idea that it was all vegetarian until I saw a review online. And it was good. Not spectacular, but reasonably priced, and I'll definitely go back.

Then into Brooklyn. 'If I get drunk before we go on,' Chris said, 'do you think it will make my drumming sloppy? Or just slow me down? In practise John keeps telling me that I'm rushing.'

'I think it will probably make you sloppy.' He didn't get drunk, but he did play with a cigarette stuck in his left nostril, and I had a hard time keeping myself from rushing the drum kit and knocking it out. Or lighting it. That aside, I did enjoy their set. And didn't get drunk myself either, and headed home around midnight.