No I Didn't Do Anything

'S too late 's too late and I know that very well but still if there's ever going to be a chance of me getting up in the morning it's hinging strictly on the fact of me staying up late enough to recharge my cell phone tonight. Tonight was a bit escapist and we all knewit but fuckit Eric Bachmann was there and if Crooked Fingers wasn't enough to snap me out of my slump of a day then frankly it seemed hopeless 'cause once you get that phone call that says sorry we went with someone else (or sorry I went with someone else for that matter) the rest of the day seems well you know doomed to personal failure so roll with it. Forget the uneven (odd) conversations you tried to have hammer out your broken heel find the missing garter and matching socks and then leave. Leave the house leave the eastside and venture in to the city's alleys in hopes of spending time with those other miserable souls. Hand stamped at the door yes thank you I'm twenty with a two yes I know I don't look it can I have a well whiskey and coke please? And I discovered this tonight even though I already knew it but alcohol? My achilles heel. You could be the biggest puppykicker in the world but hey if when I meet you I find a drink in my hand presented by the generosity of your wallet suddenly I'll realize people really must have misjudged you. In fact (a hint for the hopeless) if you wait until I've already downed one and found it sweet stuff the second will strike my tongue an old and dear friend and who wouldn't want to leave that taste in my mouth? Geez the Crooked Fingers' show was all I ever wanted short of an actual live replaying of the Reservoir Songs album. The band stumbled down to our level as the evening progressed and suddenly it was an unplugged mariachi singalong to Valerie and Sleep All Summer in front of the stage and the boy with the very model of a girlfriend turned and said very nice to me when we were finished, presumably in some sort of reference to my knowledge of a goodly portion of the lyrics and I sincerely hope he wasn't kidding and I was too two sheets to the wind to notice. Many blessings heaped upon the wonder of wonderous peoples populating my aquaintenceship and showing up in nooks and crannies of these shows I wander into alone. There's a redemptive quiet thrill that stirs itself deep in my cockled heart every time I see a familiar face.