Faking the Funk Since 2002 - January 13th, 2005

Slam last night was chock full of weird energy. Kinda sedated and off-kilter. The poetry was good, the performances excellent, and Ria won, but I just ... didn't want to be there. The box wine helped, and by the time I left, having not consumed foodstuffs for many hours before, I was drunk. Still, weird energy. Good to see Michelle, her friend Patty, and the rest of The Gang.

Then I left to meet Kami, my old friend (who let me crash on her couch for two months a couple of years ago because I was homeless and jobless). She's visiting for a couple of days. It was like not a day had passed. We just leapt back into conversation, catching up on love, life, jobs, pet peeves, and Buffy. But the boxed wine was fooling me good, so I crashed midway through The Daily Show.

I really wish the song had gone like this:

Why do birds
suddenly appear
every time
you are near?

Probably
it's just because
you have birdseed!

(This is much funnier when I sing it to you.)