Reflections on the occurrences of tonight: - I had no idea you could Irish step-dance to Tom Petty's "American Girls." Some women at the bar proved it was possible. - Six degrees of separation really do exist. To a scary extent. I invited a bunch of people to this thing tonight, expecting that none of them would know each other. I was looking forward to meeting Jenn for the first time in realtime, especially since we'd been chatting online for months. As it turned out, her boyfriend did a show with one of my college friends, who also came tonight. And she is good friends with someone my roommate's girlfriend went to school with. - I'm thoroughly disappointed that some of the people who said they were coming didn't show up. You know who you are. Jenn was looking forward to meeting you too. - My roommate pulled a nice little party trick on me: he left the bar after I did, and despite the fact that I was literally doing about 90 on the 405 on my way home (Quarashi and Underworld do such things to me when I play them in the car), he still beat me back to our apartment. - This line from George Carlin has been cracking me up for days now: "And now, a message from the National Pancake Association: Fuck waffles!!!" - I'm still feeling down from last night, but at least I finished writing the article that was due before the week was out. I'm considering calling her tomorrow.