Defying the title of this blog, we instead ignore Birdmonster completely, ramble aimlessly, and schedule a practice tonight. Say, 5:30?

You know that moment in the morning, after you've spent an evening enjoying bar life and pub atmosphere and the alcoholic refreshments that innevitably accompany them, when you wake up, hopefully without your shoes on*, open your wallet, and, as if in some mid-century cartoon, an insect flies out? Yeah. That was me this morning. And yes, I did manage to remove my sneakers.

Which, suffice it to say, always bites you in the ass on a Tuesday morning. There's something about a bar on Monday night, a solidarity amongst the folks there. Everyone seems to be agreeing, unconciously, to give their day jobs a giant middle finger. And I like that. Until Tuesday. Which is now. Which is unfortunate.

I'm full of that strange feeling of lucidity that comes after a night like that though. You ever get that? The day after, hungover clarity? You notice buildings & trees on your every day walk you've never noticed before, hear songs you know and love differently, suddenly realize it's summer because there are ballerinas all over your bus (which, although that sounds borderline hallucinatory, is actually true. Every summer, a bunch of teenage ballerinas come to some camp fifteen blocks east of my house. And they all live west of it. So you see them on the bus. They all have this avian sort of look, like they're just riding the bus because they're bored of flying. But I digress). It's unfortunate that such clarity comes in tandem with dry mouth and a swimmy noggin after a night of wrist-aching foosball, aimless yelling, and threats of visiting a particular all night diner which should never be viewed by human eyes let alone eaten at by human mouths. Thankfully, the Lucky Penny was avoided. Somewhere, a can filled with ham and botulism sits, unopened.

One last random detail: My boss saw a bus this morning, but, instead of having the route printed above the windshield like every other bus, this one said:

"Nowhere In Particular"

And for some reason, it makes me really happy.

*An important distinction: if you fall asleep without your shoes on, you've fallen asleep. If your fall asleep with your shoes on, you've passed out. That settles that.