03.02.2002 - La Misma Canción

I actually got a decent amount of sleep and today passed almost entirely stress-free. Dreams do come true.

While I normally would have chilled in my underpants until well past noon, I left the house relatively early this morning because I had some business to attend to. I had to head down to the bank to get a new ATM card and hopefully call one of my column groupies for a lunch date afterwards. Unfortunately, the bank business took much longer than I had hoped and I forgot my phone. Because I didn't want to call my lady up and force her to be ready in like five minutes to spend an hour with me, I decided to pass until a later date.

Thankfully, that was the only bad news for today. The rest of the day was positively blissful, and I'll be damned if I didn't need it.

Early in the afternoon, people started coming over so we could leave for the show in San Francisco. First, Mr. Bestfriendinthewholewideworld came over and immediately anounced that he is now officially dating someone. As he hasn't had an actual girlfriend since he was a junior in high school, this news proved quite shocking. I suggested since he wouldn't be able to take advantage of his legions of ladies, he should refer them to me. I would be accomodating and generous. I also wouldn't force them to take the bus home after I "poked" them, which would be a definite benefit for the ladies.

Shortly thereafter, Rodzilla and about a dozen other people showed up. I hadn't planned on all these strangers showing up, and as such, I didn't bother cleaning or at least moving the mess out of plain view. This is why I never have people over.

Since we took three cars and didn't caravan, I'm not quite sure why we decided to meet at my place. We all piled in to our respective vehicles and headed West. I drove Mr. Bestfriendinthewholewideworld's car so he could do some homework. Because of thick traffic around Berkeley, he got a lot more done than he had hoped.

We really had no plans. We just wanted to get to San Francisco early and enjoy the city before the show. After we drove around for roughly the length of Reagan's presidency trying to find a parking spot, we walked to a lovely Brazilian cafe and had an interesting dinner.

I want to learn Portuguese and spend a long vacation in Brazil. If you want to be my international sugar momma, e-mail me your application and I'll get back to you.

After dinner, we met up with everyone else and went to the show. Unfortunately, Blackalicious weren't on the bill due to illness. I was really interested in seeing them, but their absence meant more time for Ozomatli. One can never have too much Ozomatli.

First up, however, was Saul Williams. This cat was so interesting and entertaining, I'll forgive him for his involvement in K-PAX. I didn't know much about him going into the show, but I'll be sure to find more about him now.

Although they were obviously the biggest draw at the show, Ozomatli were second on the bill for some reason. Ozomatli should headline every show if only because it's impossible to follow them. They came out, played for nearly two hours, and I never stopped shaking my ass. It's like they induce epileptic seizures in my ass when they take the stage. It's quite pleasurable.

Karl Denson's Tiny Universe followed, and they just weren't my cup of tea. Some of their stuff is okay, but some of it treads dangerously close to smooth jazz territory, and the Jeffy doesn't need any of that. If they had played second, I might have tolerated it, but I was just not into it. Still, the performance wasn't enough to make the night anything but pleasurable.

By the time the show was over, I was ready to get a good sit on. I spent the ride home fading in and out of consciousness before walking through the door and collapsing into bed for the first real night of sleeping in in a long, long time.

I want to have my bed's children.

-- Jeffy