the evening began with a trip to the hospital.
holding little maggie miller made me think of things that might have been. he/she would have been three years old now. a different path, a different life. but it wasn't to be.

next came a gluttonous visit to the angry dog for a couple of beers and grub. peter from slow roosevelt showed up and sat down with me. we were both heading over to trees to catch my friend and his roommate, mike graff, play with a new band.
the look and feel of trees has changed since i was there last. they've put a curtain on the stage to shield the audience from bands that are setting up or tearing down their gear and they have converted the upstairs pool hall into a lounge area for people that want to hear the music, but don't necessarily want to stand and watch it. they have also now hired a plethora of "staff" that walk around the bar harassing the patrons. drinking a beer and they can't see the stamp on your hand? they'll come up and shine a flashlight in your face and ask to see your i.d. bring a camera? you better have a press pass, buddy. i personally saw three different "staff" members tell peter that he wasn't supposed to have a camera. russ, the sound man, told peter to tell them to just 'fuck off.'
peter did.

next, the plan was to meet javier at the xpo lounge. i arrived, called jav on his phone and found out that they had been unable to find the xpo and had ended up at the inwood lounge. i got within a mile of the place when jav called to say they were leaving; the band was unbearable.

so jav and i headed over to the green elephant. we got there at about 12:30 and the place was dead. we found it quite odd for a saturday night. in the next 45 minutes, however, the place filled to capacity with undergrads from smu. the atmosphere of the green elephant is great for guys like jav and me, but we were definitely out of place by 1:00. it was fun to watch though, as a kind of sociology experiment, the way these scantily clad young ladies and polo sporting frat kings interacted. in fact, it was more like being at a frat party than at a bar, because everyone seemed to know everyone else there and they all looked at us like we had crashed their scene. which is kind of nice because it's helped me come up with a story for fray day.

by the way. art garfunkel was there. his girlfriend was hot.