Meet Matthew Cooke, a Stranger reader who has vowed to do everything The Stranger suggests for the entire month of February. Look for his reports daily on Slog and Line Out. —Eds.
The weekend! Thank fuck for that.
I know I’ve whined and complained, like a little bitch, about being tired, and acted as if I’m not the architect of my own fatigue.
Well, screw that. I took some abuse in comments yesterday for being a downer, and you know what? You’re right. So I’m done with it. It’s just not me. I’m actually a ridiculously positive guy, and I have found my second wind. Susan has left for a few weeks, and now I can get into the meat of my intention: entertaining myself in her absence.
I am picky, though. Nothing I can do about that. I love going out and seeing what this city has to offer, but if something doesn’t work for me, I’ll say so.
Anyway, last night: I gathered a quartet of good friends for the “Head Like an Espresso Truck” round-robin experiment at Neumos, all of us relieved to see the back of a shitty work week. We had a few (OK, more than a few) drinks before the show, and were thus in a celebratory mood.