i must hate myself.
So here's the (tentative) plan for tonight:
8ish: one-on-one time (read: beers at the Dunne's) with Arturo, who is leaving Seattle FOREVER in about 36 hours.It's nights like these that make me so glad I don't travel in packs. I always have the most fun when I'm only accountable for myself (I think that mostly has to do with my affinity for social butterfly-ness); it drives me nuts to have to coordinate more people than just my able body. Wish me luck in my endeavors; with the tiniest bit of fortune, I may have photographic evidence of it all tomorrow.
9:30ish: scooch on up to Neumo's to catch Truckasauras. I haven't missed a performance since they opened for Dabrye in July and the Chop Suey website had the wrong door time, and I don't intend to ever miss another one again.
10:15ish: as soon as Truck ends, skip out on Pigeon John and run down to the Garage for *bess.'s b-day extravanganza. I figure I'll have just enough time to buy birthday girl a shot and enjoy a beer.
11:30ish: head back to Neumo's to catch the first part of Subtle's set. This will be the third time in a year I've seen them, and while my love for Doseone is powerful, my love for Arturo Robles trumps it.
12:20ish: head down to Linda's for Arty's going away party. I'll end up staying there until last call and then see where the night takes me.
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