the audience was less than anticipated, drastically-so than desired. this taken into consideration along with the fact that i hadn't practicised in the slightest or even drafted a set list.... meant that i'd be playing many a new song... and it seemed to go well enough, but afterwards i grabbed amanda and we immediately went to the bar. after two pints, i dragged her to Kill Bill (2 hours of fun, gorey tarantino-ness... but please, if attending, KNOW that it is only PART ONE, otherwise you'll be terribly disappointed/angy/what-have-you.). then we went back to the bar wherein i had another pint and drove home and called it a night.... well.... almost. i tried to watch trading spaces family and decided that the show is nothing but frustrating and that Rick is a terrible designer. (a gay man using tie-dye slip covers on a disgustingly large-slash-BAD l-shaped sofa? WHAT!?!?!? then hanging psychedelic, grateful deadish kites from the ceiling? um.... NO. bad. the kitchen was good, but well, that wasn't the room he was supposed to be designing... if he were in a band, his side project would be much better.) and i finally drifted off to sleep pondering four-or-so nights from then and reassured that i looked "damn good" at the concert. but such a revelation is quite esoteric with so few witnesses present.