"We were running with the night, playing with the shadows"

I really need to sleep more, in general, you know?

I think that I've averaged something like 3.5-4 hours a day for the past week and a half. And that's only been my fault. Even on the weekends (Thanks family: "Would you move the car for us, we have a 9am appointment, thanks...), when I should be sleeping in.

Got home after work yesterday, and crashed out for a loverly two hours. And awoke going "CRAP!" because Dave was ringing the doorbell, and wanting to head out. I had to run around and get myself together like a chicken caught with his beak in the cookie jar.

Missed seeing homegirl kumimonster at the Chuck E. Cheese B-day party for Steve G. Sorry :-( I don't think that I'm ever going to get my shite together to hang out with her. Grrrr. She's a hoot 'n a half too. All Historical and Starwarsy and latexy. It's fun in a bottle I tell ya.

Anyrate, got my shit together, got on the road, went and picked up snuff_daddy and was actually able to check out The Lipps perform at Underground. They were AWESOME. They sounded even better'n than the last time I caught them. They're sorta a neat mixture of The Doors, Bowie (from the Ziggy Stardust days), and Joy Division, and a little bit of The Sex Pistols thrown in, blended, and sped up. Good stuff.

Danced. And, after realizing that I had slept through eating dinner, had a bunch of Red Bulls. Well, Red bull and Vodka with increasing amounts of Red Bull until there was nothing but Red Bull. Got wired, and DAnced, and sweated, and danced. And then realized that I was wearing my Yale cap, which I've owned since Freshmen year (Dare I say it) 12 years ago. And which I *wore* virtually every day for 5 years. Neat odours that it um...gives off.

I need a new hat.

Got to see a plethora of folks who I haven't seen in a while, including Michael Von europopkid, who had brought a one Dawn, the really cute red-head with him.

Damn you Michael. Damn you to hell! ;-)

"Michael...Damn man--why are you introducing me to cute redheads? Huh? I bet she has a boy, too, doesn't she? DOESN'T SHE?"

"Yeah, that she does."

"Maaaaan...bastard!"

"I know you, Anthony...I got my eye on you!"

Good times.

And then there was this um, FREAK girl who seemed to be on something. She was dancing on the stage rather, um...suggestively with this guy, and then all of a sudden started yelling and punching him "Watch your hands Asshole!" So I tried to step in, pull him off, and then go beat the crap outta him until she pulled him back and tried to kiss him or something saying "You wanna have a good time? You want this?" followed by punching and screaming. When his friend showed up to see what was going on, she pulled him in close, started grinding on him, and feigning kissing him, saying "You're friend's an asshole, you want to fuck? Huh? YOu want this" and then punched him dead in the face. And then took his beer, poured it out, and threw the bottle into the crowd.

I draw the line at beer harrassment. When the beer gets dissed, Anthony gets pissed.

I went to find security (because, hey, brawling, sexual assault, beer mistreatment, and beer spilled on me), but Marcus (one of the security guys) was already moving. He grabbed both of them, and lead them off somewhere...but they were all in the mix later on. Nuts.

But back to dancing. Dave got to see some guy blow it completely, since he was in the middle of two girls grinding him , putting their hands on his crotch his hands on both of their jibbly bits, and one girl licking his face. It was make out club next to Dave, who saw the girls later going home sans guy-o. Dave also saw guy later, nursing a sad, sad lonely beer.

Even though I really wasn't going to stay the whole night, I ended up being there the whole evening. And now WIRED I took the kids home, plopped on the couch and stuck in the really bad David Carradine Fantasy film: The Swordsman and The Sorceress. Nothing quite as disturbing as watching a four breasted belly dancer try and kill Carradine. I swear, that movie is a totally bad redressed western--a fight between two warlords over water rights. Hee...it's Rio Lobo without John Wayne! Hee...

The last thing I remember was sometime around 5:30 or so this morning watching the end credits or something...8am came with grandma waking me up to remind me to move the car. Must, NOT SHOOT GRANNY.

Moved the car, and had a whole slew of nutty ass dreams--one of which was just fugged up, and I shan't recount here in full, but--gun battles in my neighborhood with 15 year old shooter, lots of dead kids and family's and cops trying to calm me down. CSI meets Law & Order meets city of Compton and disturbed Anthony sleep.

Thank god for the weird golfing dream. Funny. But weird, but funny.

But now I must away to go and see Pablito and Ana for thier oldest's 2nd birthday party. Man, that's just weird. It's been two years. *shudder*

And then later, meeting Anusha and Jorge and Leslie Park from Calhoun!!! up in Hollywood for late dinner! Wow! Yale Reunion Din din!

Man, life is weird, but good.