I'm glad the weekend is over. If I had to hear another word about the stupid music industry -- what band so-and-so started, what label they're on & how much they sound like a shitty version of the Strokes -- I thought I was going to barf. There was also just weird & tiresome drama, best explained in blind-item form. Like which Chicago frontman was (understandably) acting like a total prick because his cats had just died? Which fashion artist & musician did coke with me in a dark & sketchy little nook at Trash? Which record label owner was drunkenly spitting in my ear when he talked, but was so cute I didn't mind?
OK that's all I got there. It was a fun weekend despite my CMJ bitching. Lauren stayed with me, & even tho she was sick almost the entire time, it was awesome to see her. On Saturday nite we stayed up with Cat, who had to catch a 6 a.m. flight. I wanted to pass out so Lauren gave me a drunken haircut while we waited. Luckily even a drunken Lauren haircut done with kitchen scissors at 4:30 in the morning is better than one you pay for at a fancy salon. The next day Cat & Lauren were gone & I tried to recover from the aforementioned Trash shenanigans. I managed to crawl into the city & buy myself a new pair of glasses & make it back to my couch in one piece. I read the paper & drank a lot of water & now I'm practically normal enough to go knitting with my co-workers.
