Wednesday is the New Friday.

Last night I got out of work at 10. I returned to a series of missed calls and texts because I left my phone at home. I mean, really people? You want me to come out on a Wednesday? Why not I guess. I did, after all, go for it on Monday.

So I get a text from sleepyhead saying he's spinning after the flying skulls. Only it's not in the neighborhood, it's at Madrone. Oh, and he's not going on til 12. Every inch of my body said "fuck off with your bad self." However, he managed to convince me to go out anyway.

Madrone is an awesome bar- with a descent sound system, lots of interesting, funky art, and a small arsenal of fresh, home made infused vodkas (I do not partake in vodka, however. Pabst all the way!!) I started shaking it as soon as possible. I coined a new phrase: the crunky chicken. One of the boys was going off on the floor. Feel free to spread the word. My buddy Majitope was there, just hanging out, among others.

The Flying Skulls is composed of three DJs- including my buddy Jeff. They have a dope sound- it's glitchy, basey hip hop. Then Sleepyhead came on- he's only 22 and produces all his own stuff. It's beautiful, intricate, surprising crunk-step/IDM. Low Pro Lounge (Jeff's actually a memember of this arts collective) is putting out Sleepyhead's LP on their label. Exciting stuff.

After three PBRs it definitely sounded like a good idea to go to Jeff and his wife Corey's place for the after party, since it was just across the street. I attempted to faintly decline. "nooo nooo, I have work..." but of course it was futile. Once we got back, I was treated to the most hilarious, innovative beatboxing session of my life- and then more booze, and then Rock Band. Hilarity ensued.

Once, while we were on the roof looking over the very sinister, dark street, the neighbor leaned out the window and yelled, "can you please go inside? Sorry, I work in social services. The hours are not flexible." It remains unknown exactly why she said she works in social services, because at the time you could definitely hear screams of "KICK HIM IN THE NUTS! TEAR HIS MUTHAFUGGIN HEAD OFF!" since the boys had switched gears from Rock Band to Boxing on the Wii.

And then? Then it was 3:30. And I finally went home.