it wasn’t until this morning that i realized what a terribly long day yesterday was. not in that it just drug on and on — well, part of it did — but that it was just so full of stuff, and just went on for a very long time. mathematically, i didn’t realize until today, it actually lasted a whole 22 hours, which is pretty long for a day, i think.

i got up around 7:45 as usual for work. i went to work, and that part did seem to drag. i swore to my coworkers that although it was only 5 in the office (we close at 6), it must be at least saturday afternoon everywhere else in the world, because it seemed to all of us as if time had slowed to a crawl in our vicinity for some reason. it just would not become quitting time.

once i was free though the good stuff began. after darting home to grab some food and pick up my buddy joe, we drove back up to the roxy (which is the building directly next door to my place of business, oddly) and caught the ben kweller/my morning jacket show. boy was that a good one. i don’t believe i’ve heard more than one my morning jacket song, and that one probably only a few times, so that was a great surprise. they were enjoyable and seemed to be enjoying themselves, although i think i would prefer to listen to their music in a rocking chair as opposed to standing in a club, i decided. and during their set there were three girls sort-of in front of me that did an awful lot of jumping up and down and seemed to know all the words to every song, which i thought odd for a band like that. ben kweller was pretty great but his set seemed short. maybe it just flew by because his songs are so good. i’m not sure if i was so into his first selection, covering “i can’t help falling in love with you”, but the rest of the show was grand.

the only drawback was my regrettable social dysfunction. see, this is why i will be single for a long long time: a very attractive girl can be standing a few feet away from me, and i can catch her eye, and we can smile at eachother, and i don’t say anything. but wait, it gets worse. she can end up standing directly next to me later on in the evening, after smiling at me more earlier, and we can be standing there rubbing elbows and swaying against eachother to the music for the entire duration of ben kweller’s set, and i stilldon’t say anything. but wait! it gets much worse! she can end up right in front of me on the slow procession of the crowd out the door, and smile at me basically face to face (which i return); and then once we’re outside waiting to try to say goodbye to someone from our school we ran into at the show, she can be standing alone waiting for someone also only a few feet away; and then once we’re walking down sunset to get back to my car she can stop to get into her car which is parked there at a meter and i can basically brush right past her while we make eye contact . . . and i STILL don’t say anything. how’s that for socially handicapped?

she was great looking too. and at a ben kweller show which is a pretty good headstart on probably turning out to be a cool person, i feel. so it was pretty vital that once we got back here around 1am that i went to a party and started drinking. which turned out to be the best idea i’d had all day and quite fun, and let me talk to a bunch of nice people some of whom were cute girls which did make me feel at least a little better. someday i will learn how not to be a putz, but in the meantime there is vodka. it not only makes girls less intimidating, but it seems to make me want to have deep and personal conversations with my roommate once we get back from the party that go from about 3:30 to 5:30 in the morning. good stuff, but 22 hours is still an awfully long day. today will necessarily be shorter.

[now hearing this: the flaming lips – yoshimi battles the pink robots, which i stand by isn’t as good as soft bulletin or clouds taste mettallic, but which i seem to listen to at least once a day anyway, which i think is a signal that putting out a cd not as good as two masterpieces (in my mind) doesn’t mean it isn’t still fantastic.]