Long night, good night. Tantek “You Should See The Other Guy” Celik joined me for a sushi safari. Who should walk in the door but Bubb Rubb himself. He was there moddin' the salmon skin rolls. I saved me some for brekfuss. As the evening progressed, we found our way to The Fillmore to see Toad the Wet Sprocket (sadly, Rex Stardust was still out of commission). They're on tour with Alice Peacock (decent) and Bleu (very decent).

I enjoyed myself the entire evening, despite running into the scary Tye-Dye Guy who couldn't keep a beat to save his life. He looked like one of those toys – ya know, a wooden doll atop a stand with body parts held together by string controlled by a disc underneath? I was thirty-three and a third seconds away from dialing 911. It was only until the music started that I realized he was truly dancing to the beat of his own drummer. My only fear was that he would mistake me for the “Can you hear me now?” guy on those Energizer-Bunny-inspired commercials. Alas, he did not. Brent and Missy were there for the whole thing, too. Tantek's ears were bombarded with semi-syncronized screamers, while I enjoyed the view of every god-given head in the crowd. We swayed, we clapped, we farted. Okay, I farted – but it was just a little one.

We filed out of the auditorium (long after my gas pass). First order of business: find a taxi. One of the band members from Thirst had a different idea. He handed us his band's CD. You can grab the MP3s for free from their site (also very decent). On the cab ride home, I thought: “This driver is either drunk, stupid, drunk AND stupid, or just too damn happy to be alive.” I also thought: “Glen kicked ass tonight. Todd kicked ass tonight. The whole band kicked ass tonight.” I must thank my new friend, Greg, for the tickets. Thanks, Greg!