A Saturday in the city. Not much going on, been an OK day. I certainly did not get the sleep I would have liked to have gotten last night. Some tossing, some turning, some waking up saying ‘What the fuck?’ I’m sure most of you have been there.

I stayed in last night after getting caught in the rain in the afternoon. Had the big ass umbrella from the Wanker Banker days which kept the upper part of the body dry but everything below the knees was very much soggy.

I was able to make it to the bibliotheque yesterday. Gone are the days of me trying to get their audio visual room in order. That’s Pina Lodles department and not mine. I grabbed a Harry Potter title and a couple of CD’s the soundtrack to The Social Network by Mister Nine Inch Nail, Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, So Beautiful or So What by Paul Simon and the Gorillaz CD, the live one.

So far I played the Paul Simon CD and I liked it, but did not like it as much after I watched the making of So Beautiful or So What. I would have liked to have watched the making of Surprise, the last CD from Paul Simon, produced with Brian Eno, but that does not exist.

At the cigar shack it was Bradley, Thomas and Jerry Vale. A full staff minus management. It promised to be a scheduling debacle but it actually worked out. These middle eastern diplomats really take a shine to me and buy lot’s of items, then they come back a few days later and buy some more.

Thanks to them I pulled ahead and maintained (and still maintaining) quite a healthy lead. Now it’s pretty much dead in the cigar shack vicinity. It’s a Saturday night. I guess a lot of people are out doing whatever it is they do on Saturday nights.

I used to work at Maxwells on Saturday nights so that limits my knowledge of what goes on, and in any event what went on then is probably totally different than what goes on now. But the again, there is always the possibility it is still the same just with different players.

So now it’s Thomas and myself, finishing up for the day. I am off tomorrow and so is Thomas. I plan on attending the Hoboken Art & Music festival tomorrow, no big names this time, a band that does Sinatra songs in a ska style is headlining. They’re called Skanatra.

I requested the day off before I knew the line up. I can’t say that I regret it, it should be fun and a chance to run into some old friends, at least the old friends that stay in town for the fartin’ mucus festival. Just a matter of minutes before I can go home and chill out once again.

Hopefully Bill will be home, or at least not too long before he returns from rehearsal. Quite a motley crew is in the shack at the moment, so I had better keep an eye on them. Later gators. Bill is home and I am home and I am also off tomorrow!