I suppose being a creature of habit leads to good friends knowing how I operate. I found it just a wee bit funny that a friend of mine (who's known me for probably around 15 years -- we went to summer camp together, wound up at college together and now out in L.A. together) just called me up at 2am without any fear that I would be sleeping. The odd thing about the conversation was that he was back in Connecticut and it was already "tomorrow" for him, while it was still "today" for me. When he took me up on my previously-made offer to pick him up at the airport "today," I kept having to translate that into "tomorrow morning" in my head and vice versa. Are you confused yet? Fran and I hit the Curiosa Festival tonight. It was an interesting experience, not just because it was odd to see mothers and daughters side by side both singing along to The Cure and not just because Interpol rocked the arena, but also because there were some rather hot babes there. However, it was not one of the hot babes who stood behind Fran and me in line at the concession stand and said she'd do anything for pit tickets. (No, neither of us took her up on it. And not just because we didn't have pit tickets.)