Well, Jason did get me on the list, + one (shout out to reader Teresa S.) and all I can say right now is oh my fucking god. I may have to fill this in a little later when I'm not as drunk as I am right now, but this evening ended up so much weirder and more awesome than I had ever imagined. And no, there was no third time charm or any sort of getting busy involved, but this turned into such a perfect night irregardless of all that bullshit (not that I don't plan on getting harder-core at the earliest opportunity, because I am locked, loaded, and ready for action on that front too, believe me). I stand behind my earlier manifesto 100% as well, though it may need a few addendums after meeting and conversing, drunkenly but at at length, with Genesis P-Orridge. The man behind Stale Popcorn who put us on the list turns out to be an incredibly great guy, too, who perhaps not so surprisngly knows a lot of the folks I knew back in San Francisco, including reader Andrew H., Laurie, Wendy, and... it's just a strangely small world, and meeting the guy/gal/whatever behind Throbbing Gristle and Psychic TV for me is like meeting Billy Joel would have been for my lovely reader companion, and this was just the sort of wonderfully odd fun that every night out ought to be. Look forward to the photos, now I need to have a little more potato salad and get myself to bed. And in the morning after the night, I fall in love with the light, it is so clear I realize, and here at last I have my eyes. La da da da da da.