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Yay! Exchanging flurries of email with my brother Paul always makes me happy. It turns out he can't come visit (stupid stupid airfare) but he's entertaining even from afar.

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So, contrary to the advice of kungfoogirl (and ectropy), I didn't end up in a dyke bar tonight. I had every intention of doing so! But, see, my ANKLE hurt, so this morning I'd had to take the bus, but then I missed my bus HOME which was where I'd left the address of the dyke bar, right?

Right.

So there I was, standing by the side of the road staring at dirt and trying to figure out what to do -- do I take the long bus route home, which takes over an hour, or do I walk, which probably takes the same amount of time and is more entertaining but doesn't allow me to sleep? Or do I just ditch the dyke bar and go into the city, to the known quantity of a De La Soul show? I am certain that I looked like a complete nincompoop, confused by dirt.

Then, my boss Mads walked up and said, "Hey, Molly, come and have burgers with us!" And then, before long, I was out drinkin' with coworkers, which I haven't done since BSDIS. Eventually we scattered, and it turned out I was 100 paces from the church-turned-nightclub where the show was being held.

It was a really great show and a kickass venue, and I got to see a girl right up by the stage whip out her cell phone and send someone a text message. I mean ... wow, what are you punching in to those little teeny keys? "Hi!!!!! I'm at the show!!! now!!! like ... !!!!!"