Stern Grove...sorry, Lucinda!

Thinking. Consideration. Strategizing. Calculation. Self-Reliance. This should really come a bit easier. Last night, I was at the second worst bar in San Francisco, called Butter. Having exhausted all social outlets at Mezzanine during the Moving Units / Film School show, I took Jer up on his invite to a friend of a friends birthday party at Butter. In indie-rock havens, even with its manufactured sloppiness and posturing, I feel a hell of a lot more at home than in Spring Break-reincarnate factories like Butter, which have kept the manufacturing of beer bongs and roofies a profitable line of business. Outgoing and gregarious are adjectives I don't necessarily include in my Friendster "about me" section. But I didn't have a fucking clue how to act in that joint. And in the ascent through Maslow's H of N's, I found that examining my total discomfort in a place like Butter should not really be considered.

On the other hand, I was absolute chatty-cathy at Stern Grove last weekend! The thread of determinism which led to a Court & Spark show followed by a long night at a house party in the Mission, alternately kept me fatigued Saturday night, which was perfect for getting out to the Lucinda Williams show early on Sunday morning. Six blankets, five bottles of wine, three hunks of cheese, and LOTS of friends elevated a normal hangover recovery day to one of the best days I've had since moving to San Francisco. I felt bad for not giving Lucinda my full attention, but it was futile to even try. Too many things to talk about!