As if in answer to my plea, I got to play chef for the night, and I then I went to a v. good rock show feat. The Time Flys and The Nice Boys (sooo good), where I saw all my sort-of Oakland friends and was invited to Mazatlan for spring break. Then I accidentally volunteered to take Heather of Gravy Train!!!! home, who, as it turns out, had been suffering through an akward, stilted night with her ex-boyfriend, so we had topic. I didn't mention how many mix tapes I've put "You Made me Gay" on (only yours, actually). I had fun. I was not tired. And this morning I nearly sprang out of bed.

AND. AND.. And! Jenny, Owen, incoming!