the toast left monday morning, and things went back to the way they were before. it was weird, though -- as soon as he set foot in the apartment, it was like he never left. and now he's gone again, and i'm surprised at how quickly my brain went back where it was, after having switched gears so quickly when he arrived.

an old friend of mine, jen, called. i haven't seen her in literally years. we used to hang out all the time, and were pretty good friends, so it was good to hear from her. we chatted for a while, and then she said she'd come down to my dj night at boca.

on thursday, i went to the pizza night ("Boca Block Party", as i suppose it's called). the vibe was weird, and immediately bawe (the maitre d) pulled me aside and suggested that this might be the last pizza night. not because of me, but because it just wasnt bringing in the revenue to sustain it. kind of a bummer, but it wasn't surprising; as i've mentioned before, business had been slow. i set up, and i could tell almost immediately that, at best, bawe's "might be" was wishful thinking -- his was the last one.

so, i cut loose. my usual "mostly mainstream hip-hop" became whatever i felt like. instead of pussycat dolls, jay-z, and snoop dog, i played justice, mr. oizo, and does it offend you yeah?. and naturally, on a night that i'm cuting loose, people were coming up to me and complimenting me on my music. take that, mainstream hip-hop. :)

jen showed up, and, just as i do, she looks pretty much the same as she did when last i saw her. we hung out a bit, but of course i was busy playing records. a few of my other friends were there too, celeste and hideki among them.

on friday, after work, it was time for the southern rock tribute show. i forgo to mention that last saturday, while the toast was in town but hanging with his parents, i had gone over to sean's studio and worked out the basic framework of the allman brothers track "whippin' post". he worked on it all this week, and goddamn was it good.

there were about 16 bands there, and many of them did fairly faithful renditions. of course, there were a few that were out of the ordinary too. good times.

we did fairly well, and got a great reaction. jimmy d, a respected local musician, told us that he'd seen probably 35 bands do that song, including a band featuring a guy named greg, and ours was the best. compliments don't come much better than that. we hit camp washington after that.

upon my return home, i discovered/remembered that the heat had gone out. i'd called the landlord (tony) before i went to the show, but i'd forgotten about it. boo hiss.

his guy ryan came over in the morning to work on it, and tony came over himself a couple hours afterward, and they fixed it. i hung out at baba's while they were doing that; it was friggin cold.

that night, i set up my tables and celeste and jen came over and hung out. i spun for a while, but then abandoned them in favor of mr. show and grey goose.

sunday morning jen took off, but celeste made breakfast. we ate while we watched rize, a david lachapelle documentary on clowning and krumping.

i had to get up early the next morning for work, so i went to bed a little early.