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Ended up helping Megan move furniture and calling it an early night last Friday. Which was good, because Saturday was anything but. Ended up going with Aaron to Cha Cha Cha's in the Mission and chowing down on Spanish tapas before catching Seismic at the Connecticut Yankee, then venturing to 12 Galaxies for the second set of Phix. Called it a night after that let out, and Sunday was a wash. Got a lightning bolt idea for another story, so I'm trying to get that one down on paper. Work is still too much, but looking forward to a laid back weekend culminating in Calexico at the Make-Out Room.