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2002-10-23 - 7:14 p.m.
here's to good friends..tonight is kinda special

i try to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass - counting crows

don't you forget about me when i'm gone - international noise conspiracy

last night, the international noise conspiracy rocked the hizzy.

i had such a great time, i can't even tell you, and yet, here i am, trying. after a stress filled 40 minute ride from west l.a. to hollywood, inwhich, jose, who offered to drive, honked, tailgated, and cussed his way through shitty city traffic. i kept my eyes closed for most of the ride until he caught me in his rear view mirror. when he asked if i was scared, i mumbled no, and tried to keep my eyes open for the rest of the ride. also, if you can avoid it, never sit in the back of a lowered honda accord for any length of time. it's very bumpy, and uncomfortable. i know i sound like a bitch, but, it's just what happened. once we got to the palace, and i'd had my cigarette, i was way happy. not that i wasn't on the way over, but, even more so. the doors opened at 7, and the first band didn't play til 8:45. so, we went upstairs, to the indoor/outdoor bar, and drank, smoked, and carried on. it was one of those magical times that i live for. when you kinda take a step back, and realize how great being out with your friends is. patches, jose, matt, and i sat at the bar, and talked, and laughed. it was fucking awesome. it really was. we watched the first band from upstairs on the closed circuit monitors. they were called blue...something. then, it was back downstairs for the division of laura lee. they were fantastic. the set was short, but, they did well with the little time they had. we ate after d.o.l.l.'s set. there is a little diner downstairs, just off the lobby. we noshed on chicken quesedillas, hot wings, mozzarella sticks, and chips, and salsa. it filled the four of us up for twenty bucks. we went back upstairs for one more smoke, and back down for the start of the i.n.c.'s set. they were incredible. they play with so much energy. for the bands set ending song, reproduction of death, the lead singer stepped out/on to the crowd, where he was held aloft, STANDING on their hands. they held him straight up as he sang for about 15 seconds. longer than it sounds. i've never seen that before. this of course, drove the masses crazy. the place was a powder keg. they left the stage, and came back for a single song encore. as the climax loomed, a naked man came out from backstage, and hurled himself into the crowd. to their credit, they caught him, but, they didn't pass him around. can you blame 'em? naked guy even hung out with the swirling masses for a bit. at least, until security got a hold of him. the end.

today i: slept til 10. washed my car, and that's about it. i'm now semi watching the world series. of course, i'm rooting for anaheim. san francisco, so full of themselves. i'm talking the team, AND the city. so, hopefully, the angels kick their ass. i'm so fucking lazy. goodnight...

-take it / leave it-

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