The Siren Called and I Answered

There are times when I think I have the sense God gave a goose.

After stopping at Walgreens to pick up some BluBlockeresque sunglasses, I came home and attempted to take a nap. Well, I simply couldn't sleep... I had new eyeware to model. I jumped on my bike and had a great ride. They are ugly as shit - but I seemed to have better depth perception wearing them.

Anyway, I came home feeling all full of spunk and stuff and made a quick dash downtown to the KDHX Midwest Mayhem party at the City Museum to hear Hot House Sessions. There were at least 2,000 folks down there. DJ Alexis is way-so preggers and looked awesome in her flowery halter dress. I will totally admit the hug-hug-kiss-kiss moment we shared made my day a helluva lot better. Umm...I'm with the DJ.

After that, I made a quick jaunt over to AMP to pick up "Waiting for the Sirens' Call," at the New Order CD release party they were having. It's on the iTunes right now.

* * * hyper-critical moment of blog evaluation * * *

This is the most boring-ass post ever!

I have no pix from tonight, since my camera met its demise in West Hollywood and since my eyes kinda hurt, I'm not fiddling with hyperlinks or photos of crazy old ladies wearing my new sunglasses. I have no great insight or conclusions to draw, either. Not that I ever do, but shouldn't there at least be some grist for the mill or some outrageous photo?

I guess a nice night out alone, with few worries, fantastic house music and free shit will simply have to be enough.

It was for me.