Tracy and Hans left this afternoon after some delays and other flights cancellations. I think their kitties miss them already, so I'm gonna make extra sure to give extra love to all the kitties downstairs. I'm even gonna invite them all upstairs for cocktails. What would cats like for a cocktail? Fish sauce served in a tiny thimble? YUCK!
We went to Sam Bond's last night to check out this San Fran band, "The Slow Poisoners"...We only stayed for 3 songs. They weren't at all what I had expected (from the description in the fucking Eugene Weekly)...I just couldn't get into them. They reminded me of a indie-rock Jethro Tull, and that my friends, is not something I like. They were also gonna lull me to sleep, so dull. Luckily we only had to
pay a $4.00 cover each. We went across the street to The Tiny Tavern (and it is very itsy-bitsy!) because my favorite local garage-rock covers band, The Shudders, were playing. There was NO cover there, they were playing good punk rock over the sound system before the band went on, and I danced my butt off to the Shudders. I should go back to the Tiny Tavern, because I saw that they serve meat-loaf sandwiches, and that sounds good.
Then we drove around looking for where Tracy and Hans might be spending their last hours before heading to the airport..I had to see them. I was really sad and weepy about them going. We found them at Han's cousins' place (that he shares with his girlfriend, Sam, who is someone I think I could develop a friendship with, she's very cool.) So we all talked and listened to The Kinks, and everybody seemed drunk except for me. I was too tired to get drunk (which makes no sense to me, but it's true)...I feel tired now from cooking dinner so I'm gonna go watch the Antiques Roadshow (I love the British ones the best!)