People,

Last night's show at the Paradise was, as Curt Schilling has been saying, awwwwhhhhsum.

Highlights:

- We played really well. This is always good in its own right, but last night it was really good. You see, we were playing with the Damnwells and the So and So's, who are not only two very good bands but also are the two bands we have consistently completely sucked in front of. So, bully us.

- I had to dig into the dirty laundry for stage clothes and, after sweating into them through the whole show, I produced an odor powerful enough to take over the world. Or so I thought until...

- I smelled my house when I got home. Since yesterday was so nice I opened all my windows, which apparently made it very easy for Herbert the neighborhood skunk to unleash his fury directly upon me. I say god damn.

- Finally and perhaps most gratifyingly, I have more evidence to support my theory that Pete is becoming more attracted to me. As we were loading in he stopped me and said "Dude, your hair....it looks so awesome blowing in the wind." Then he full on man-kissed me. We'll be going steady by the end of the week. (Ed. Note - the hair thing actually happened, the kissing did not)

- I ate at Spike's.

All in all, a good evening.