I honestly don't think the antibiotic is doing a damn thing, but it's a crime against humanity to not finish off a series, so I'm going to do just that.
Actually, at this point, I'm settling into the belief that I'll always be like this, and should adapt to it. At least it doesn't seem to be getting worse.
Yeah, I know - famous last words...
Anyway, the bar was pretty slow, but at least there were some people. Most of them looking for lizzstar, of course. No tranny show - just music. Paul seems to have settled into a simple music concept for the evening, at least for now.
He and supersixy both had laptops set up in the DJ booth. I turned on mine to scan in the latest disc (Oh yeah - did I mention there're now yet more songs?), and of course, to do some surfing.
They were having some tension with Nick, mostly over the fact that there was a DVD playing over the system, and he was turning up the TV volume to listen to that, and therefore causing some interesting sound conflict in a large part of the bar. Paul switched the player over to the VCR side in a fit of pique.
So, hey, my system was running. I played my two full-length movies: Nosferatu and Star Wreck: In the Pirkinning. They both work pretty well without sound.
Not that I want to make a habit of it or anything, mind you. Besides, they're my only two films.
Nick doesn't understand why Paul and Eric don't like him. I really didn't know where to start, so I kinda brushed the whole thing off when he asked me about it.
bluize and Kat were there - Kat's apparently working with a new club downtown, and was talking to a fair number of people about hiring them - including me. We'll just skip the bit about the level of class involved in scavenging for one club at another...
But hey, I need money. I'll look into it if they call me. I'll even help them proofread their flyers, if they want. Of course, maybe I'm wrong, and they do have a state of the art lightning system. I'd pay good money to see that.
I left a little after midnight, because I was feeling tired for some unaccountable reason. Christie called me lame for leaving, so I did my best to limp away.
Home, more tea, a little reading and surfing, then a fair amount of sleep.
The plan right now is to get up and clean, see if my tux is ready, have dinner, and go run this karaoke show it seems I do on Thursdays. Who knows? Maybe people'll show up this week...