catatac

Ok, so I owed myself some Rock'n'Roll, as I was so unceremoniously robbed of it the other night.
Buckcherry plays their last show at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go at 10:45 tonight (last night). After party at the Rainbow. That's gonna be off the hook. I can go. I shouldn't go. It's a school night, and it's all the way in Hollywood. (But that's only 2 hours away! I can be back by 5am!) No, I shouldn't, I don't have the cash. (Yes, you dooooooo, you just aren't supposed to blow it on impulse trips to L.A.) Whatever, I know better than to count on rock stars to do anything they say they'll do or be anywhere they say they'll be. (Dude, just go. It's Hollywood, you'll find something fun.) But I have to go alone! (Not necessarily. You could get Snake to go.) But I'm gonna be so tired tomorrow and tomorrow is my morning to take the kid to school and I'm volunteering for grunion spawning reeasrch tomorrow night! (Shut up, the parents never ask where you've been, they won't know you've been in L.A. all night. And you can take 2 naps tomorrow before your fishie thing.)

I sure wish I hadn't fallen asleep at 5 o'clock last night and slept 'til 5 this morning.

Whatever. I'm gonna go watch fishes fuck en masse tonight. And take notes.