Scanners: The Home Game
21 March 2001
5:59 PM: This morning about 6 AM, I woke up feeling like my head was about to blow apart. Particularly the right side, my cheekbone and my temple and my teeth were radiating such intense pain I expected them to be glowing in the dark. I couldn't sleep at all. Ended up taking a non-aspirin and hanging out playing Solitaire, reading the recap of last week's Sopranos episode, and saying "ow ow ow ow" for about two hours, until it died down enough to go back to sleep.
Which kinda put paid to the notion of getting up at 10 AM like I was going to. The alarm went off, I hit it, fell back down, and didn't wake up again until my boss called me to tell me that the meeting we were supposed to have Today was happening right then and would I be in soon or did I want to conference-call in? Ooosp. This was a big pre-launch are-we-ready thing, too. I hope they just think I forgot. But, eh, our stock is down under $10. Their hold is slipping.
Went with Lana to see Veronica's band last night at Kimo's. I'd never been there before - that I remember anyway. Which does leave a certain range of possibility. It's a pretty cool little dive bar, bands play upstairs in this space that looks like a big half-built-out rec room or converted garage. You expect somebody's Mom to show up and tell us kids to keep the noise down. The band was good. Kinda poppy, loud but not painful, good melodies. Lots of guitarists, about 15 or so. OK maybe just 3. It was a wee bit amusing when they were all lined up doing that hyperspeed-strum thing; I thought to myself, "Ah, boys, boys, boys." Veronica hid in the back, but we could at least Hear the bass lines. A lot of times they get buried in the mix, so that was a point in their favor. This one song, "Rubbers" or "Robbers" or some such, I liked particularly.
The band after that was some kind of think-they're-performance-artists bunch of twits. We endured some amount of time - no discernable "song", please, how bourgeois - and then split.
Also, finally saw Sunday's Sopranos episode last night. Yikes. Not to be spoilerish, so I'll just leave it at that.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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