finally home. new york was amazing. radiohead blew my frickin' mind. when you have a panoramic view like everyone at that how was treated to, you really can't ask for much more. unfortunately, i found out that someone didn't have as great a time as i did. a kid died from unknown causes somewhere around the time that we actually got to the show, in the middle of kid koala or the beta band. you can read about it here.

other than that, the weekend was awesome. we ended up just piddling about, most of friday. later in the evening we headed out into the ocean called the new york bar scene. we hit a rather posh-ish nightspot to lead the evening off, but decided to slam our drinks and get the hell away from the beautiful people. we decided to head out in search of a rock and roll club, so we talked to some multi-tattooed girls on the street to get a head up on where they were partying, that evening. we hit another club called 85a, thoroughly disliked the clientel and then headed to our final stop, motor city. that place was badass. a detroit-themed punk bar. there was a huge irish dude named frank working the door. we ended up finding our spot to spend the rest of the evening, and ended up getting completely plastered.

and scott pissed in the subway. followed shortly by him getting hit on by "dirty girl" and me and ben having to fend off "bald dude."

we hit ps1 on saturday, lucking out and catching kid koala for a second time. he played pretty much the same set, but it was a much better environment than a packed radiohead show. ps1 is awesome, though. it's run by the museum of modern art and has some amazing pieces. highly recommended if you ever head out that way or you live in the city and you haven't been there.

saturday night we met up with molly and headed out to one of her favorite haunts, sophia's. we had a good time and ben finally talked to some girls. it was a minor miracle, to say the least.

and then a twelve hour haul home on sunday. when you're stuck in a car for that long, you have a lot of time to think. i've had a lot of things on my mind, over the past few weeks, so i tried to get a lot of it in order, i guess.

i didn't really come to any conclusions. i know i handle things wrong. i'm working on fixing that, i guess. i know i miss her. i know i want to see her. i think she'll visit soon, so i'm happy for that. i just hope i don't blow it. i've got a lot of bad shit to try to make up for. the spotlight is on me and my frequent tendency to fuck things up.

wish me luck.