i told him my name was shane.
but the rest of the night fared well. we reviewed old times, debriefed new times, and i admired julie's still-fairly-new wedding band. the bar played traditional irish drinking songs WAY too loudly (or maybe because we were at a table right next to the speakers), until they started playing the dropkick murphys at the same volume. you know it's real loud when a volume too loud for the pogues becomes the setpoint for the murphys.the fact that i'm complaining about volume levels dismays/embarasses me.
been listening to the evens a lot. they remind me of fugazi: the softer bits. sort of like how travis reminded me of radiohead: the cutesy bits. or coldplay as dave matthews: the british bits.
i am becoming a murakami fanboy. i finished "norwegian wood" and reread the first 75 pages or so immediately after finishing, to help resolidify the story in my mind. i was genuinely sad when the novel came to an end. i'll be rereading this one again soon. i've made it a goal to get through at least 2 more murakami books before late april. currently i've moved on to "the wind-up bird chronicle", which proves to be quite an entertaining read so far. charles and i are going to get to chapter 6 by this weekend and have a mini-book-club (read: NERD PARTY) discussion on AIM. want in? chapter 6, by this weekend. exact time TBA.
i am having couscous for lunch. i loooooooooove couscous. then it's off to clinic, and then back to madison. i hope the mailboxes aren't overstuffed. i hate it when i have to go to the actual post office to pick up mail. time there seems to move in slow motion.
here's to hoping that another
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