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Thursday, November 02, 2006


Lo, For He Has Come
or
Gay Bar


It's been too long, gentle readers, but I'll spare you the formalities. I am at this very moment in Minnesota, crouched on a long-distance friend's futon, of all fucking places. In November. Voluntarily.

Yesss. For the great Molko has willed it, and I am helpless but to make his wishes so. Especially since Corey was cool with us crashing at her pad.

Placebo is here. Tonight, they're playing at the Fine Line Music Cafe, and I'm holding three tickets. That's Me, Corey, and Zack, if you weren't listening. God only knows how I'm going to occupy my twitching mind until then.

Zack and I arrived around midnight, shivering in the teeshirts we'd selected that morning in 70 degree Houston. We had much to learn.

COREY: "So we're in St. Paul right now, and over that way is Minneapolis."
ME: "Which one is the twin city?"
COREY: "Uh, they both are."
ME: "You mean there's TWO twin cities?"
COREY: "Yes. That's why they call them TWINS."

This morning, I learned more about Minnesota while eating brunch at a local diner. Based upon a random sample of all visible customers and waitstaff, I have determined that Old White Men represent a staggering 66% of Minnesota's population, followed by Unmarriagable White Horses at 32%. Naturally, the remaining 2% - which we shall henceforth affectionately call "other" - is composed of the Mexican short-order cook, Zachary, and yours truly.

After breakfast, I bought some energy bars from a health food store down the lane. The cashier may or may not have been a real lesbian. Hard to tell for sure, as I hear they've been breeding them in captivity these days.

Ta ta for now. I'm off to start playing with eye liner.


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