I am at Figlio, which is
a bar/restaurant in uptown Minneapolis’ Calhoun Square.
It is trendy.
Not actually trendy, but
The kind of place douchebags “slam brews”
and overly-made-up chicks preen.
Suburban trendy.
I spontaneously generated a term for places like this:
Doucheteria.
Examples of Doucheterias in Minneapolis are;
The Independent
Williams
Drink

A douchebag
(Actually, despite his shout of “I’m gonna slam some brews” into his cell, is probably a nice guy)
Is hovering, hardcore.He thinks I’m alone and hogging a stool, probably, though,
As a Minnesotan, will not directly say anything to me about it.
I have my coat on a stool,
Saving it for Nick, who’s on his way as I write.
We’re going to see the new cut of Blade Runner at the Uptown Theatre.

Santaland has been going well, I suppose.
We need more audience members
And I am patently unfunny. It’s just the truth.

Is there a word for when you
Thunk you recognize strangers?
It happens a lot
By the same token, I often forget people I’ve met.

NTC got a rough cut of the Seattle KCTS gig.
I borrowed it and watched it late last night.
(The snow kept me home, watching numerous DVDs.
(I watched them, not the snow.))
I got super nervous, but I came off okay, as did everyone.
I need to work out and have my teeth straightened, though.
And take an acting class.

I talked to the hovering guy
He is actually quite nice.
I apologize for douche-assuming.
He just snagged a stool, and I’m watching it for him.
I am an experienced sentry.

Come see fucking Santaland.

My Facebook event listing has confused everyone.
I put our first show as the start time and our last show as the end.
People think the two times are just two performances.
This has resulted in lots of
“Oh, I’m booked that night”s and
“I can’t make either show”s and
“Looks like I missed it”s

Oh well.