the cd launch itself rawked. Paul and the guys were just so fucking awesome. and I picked up a cd, joy! (so what if it's on repeat at my desk?)....

so that ended @ 8, with promises of an after party the Keltic. so i went home, changed my shirt, walked the dog, put away the cd, and went over there. i was, sadly, the first to arrive, but who cares? was joined, not much later, by Erin, and we chatted. I got to see her, dale, eric (who bought me 4 plays in the jukebox, squee!), emily, and best of all: paul & marty. marty had been off having adventures in the south, playing in a band that was opening for They Might Be Giants.

anyway, i'd only eaten salads all day, so the three Harps and the Sour Apple Martini knocked me for a loop, but everyone was getting pretty hammered, anyway... there was much love, and hugs, and squee. and yay for life, etc... I got complimented on my eyewear, received many compliments on my skirt, and was generally in a happy place.

then, finally, i got up, put emily in a cab, and went home. where i fell into a delicious sleep.

and i didn't even mind waking up....

"some say growing up is only getting harder/and rites of passage aren't like yesterday/and every move you make can trigger a reaction"

~Paul Brubaker: The Hard Way~

listening:Coincide - Paul Brubaker