xlascaux

my favorite bartender at my favorite watering hole is leaving. she's pissed about something at the bar and has decided to go to boston. this doesn't just affect me, everyone goes there because she is there. i told her it was the end of an era. we toasted to some amazing tequila. some aged milagro, can't remember.

then i ended up on an escapade to a house party. a newish friend brought me along. the party turned out to be hosted by the guy my ex cheated on me with. well, she cheated on him with me as well (which I didn't know). so we're actually pretty friendly after the whole mess. But we both had to make a little adjustment. he was making the smallest burgers in the world.

i went home from the party and listened to my upstairs neighbor play piano. (i live below a french classical pianist who plays at weird hours of the day). I just sat and listened. it was the first time i paid enough attention to realize he was fucking up in the same spots all the time on some of his pieces.

i wish Luna were just a little eency bit better. their lyrics get a little washed out, (sucky). i was in phase where i decided i wanted more dream-pop. because the feel of it is brilliant, but it very rarely really comes together.

today is really smooth so far. i've been dreaming of getting a french bulldog. his name was to have been ferdinand-phillip louis charles henry d'orleans. but now i think he should just be pablo.

i'm listening to blonde redhead. i want to be outside in the grass with friends.