V.D. stands for...

Valentine's Day, and I'm happy to be single. No, really. I got a card from a friend of the family, a call from my Mom, and a package in the mail that contained the Replacements album 'Pleased to Meet Me' on vinyl...I can pretend it was a Valentine's gift, can't I? Brock and I had another repeat discussion about futures & wives, and I'm still not sold on the idea. I definitely want children, even if I have to adopt, but I'm not tearing into line to be a husband. So many guys are so happy they found any girl to take their bullshit. Personally, I don't want to burden anyone.

Weekend was rock star. Perpetual Groove at the Connecticut Yankee on Friday. Show was sold out and we had to wait outside, but fortunately we got in after waiting about an hour on the block. I swear I saw the girl that played Regina Jorge in Mean Girls there, but it couldn't have been her. Ended up drinking Tecate beers out of cans at a party in the Mission. Bad ratio. Lots of dudes.

Saturday started early with a cab ride to Bill Graham Civic Center. Missed the first half of Umphrey's McGee dorkin' around in mini-Shakedown Street waiting on Brock. Ended up catching the last half of their set, along with an expected Franklin's Tower w/ Phil Lesh. Hiked up to the seats, and were surrounded by girls with bunny ears. The Bunny Brigade, as they are formally known. Phil & Friends took the stage, and played a nice first set. I had no problem convincing Brock that the floor was the place to be, so we attracted some other new friends to go down there with us during set break. That was the second best idea of the entire night. Chris Robinson outdid himself on vocals, and the second set was out of this world. A Mardi Gras parade, dancers on stage, and Brown Sugar > After Midnight > Wait Til the Midnight Hour to close the set!!! The encore didn't stand a chance to that. My lips were pinned to my cheeks walking out of there. Two late nights later, we ended up at the Palomar Hotel in Steve Molitz (keyboard player for Particle and this version of Phil & Friends) hotel room---I had no idea that was where we were until he walked in at like 3:30 A.M. Surreality, for certain. Pillow felt pretty good that night (morning?), and Sunday was as lazy as it gets. The only thing I wished is that everyone from home could have joined in. They would have loved it.