I had a good time last night at the Blue Cafe. The first band sucked, (They were a Long Beach "Sublime" clone and they were a pale, painful comparison.) but the Ziggens rocked. With the exception of all those orange, sodium vapor streetlights, I like going to Long Beach.Long Beach is actually the closest bastion of cool people to Orange County. It is filled with wonderful, colorful individuals. Piercings, tatoos, interesting hair and various sexual preferences abound. When I got home, there was a comment in my journal from Nixon. It made me feel really good to have someone take the time to connect with me. When I woke up I was thinking about her so I fired back a reply. Perhaps, this is the start of a beautiful friendship. I could use more friends. (real friends, that is.) 