i tried to keep last night low-key, but ended up failing miserably. i left the house at around 2am under the pretense of grabbing something to drink so i could take some medicine to knock out this summer cold ("the death," as scott calls it) that's been plaguing our apartment for most of the week. while i was out i decided to see if anyone was down at the well of spirits, our new neighborhood bar.

well…as soon as i walked into the place, i knew i wasn't going to make it home anytime soon. i ran into the usual gang of…usuals. i hung out with john and elizabeth for a little bit, and then steve and billy showed up. at this point, john decides everyone should go back to the warehouse to make some party. i stopped off and grabbed some beer and ended up back at the warehouse until 5:30 in the morning. steve and i sat around and plotted out a new band for when irina is on hiatus while phil is in russia for the fall. other than that…a lot of beer drinking and socializing.

and now i'm sitting around with a stuffed head, listening to mission of burma, contemplating some medicine (for real, this time) and a late afternoon nap. you have to love fridays…