Mog is my co-pilot
While I could dignify Ryan's post (below) with a time-stamped summary of the weekend, there are really only two pertinent facts to be relayed. Namely:
- 1. Truman Sparks, by virtue of great fortune, opened for Mogwai at the Satellite Ballroom.
2. Truman Sparks played with Skeleton and the Girl-Faced Boys at Dust, while many people who would've enjoyed the show were sound asleep.
posted by Stanley at 03:04
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I wasn't asleep. I was playing an intense game of Cranium and eating toast and jam.
Guilty conscience? Maybe I meant other people who would've enjoyed the show...
Maybe.
I was helping GIRLFRIEND's (very hot) new roomate move a bunch of heavy shit into their apartment.
I had also spent the day enjoying (and pouring) copious amounts of delicious '93 Cotes d'Orange, 93 Stonecastle Red, and '95 Nebbiolo, all courtesy of our pal Mr. Horton.
Wine and GIRLFRIEND's roommates are, of course, noble pursuits. But you missed a fun time. Late night found us at the tea house. I zoomed.
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