arid, the only decent belgian band

Last night at the Contour was rather odd, really. "It's a little 425 up in here!" Not at all the usual skanky crowd - a totally different skanky crowd. Some cute guys, though. But from what I could tell they were all from Bellevue. I don't get those east-siders, man.

Afterwards I had FS bring me home - and he left his phone here, apparently. Oops. He came here this morning and tried to wake me up, apparently. I feel pretty silly now.

I called him after watching the Gore Vidal documentary. This was a coup, it was sold out, and they let in twenty people. There was a couple in front of me, but the chick had gone to buy tix for other shows.... So I was the absolute last person let in. Sweet.

The documentary was totally awesome. I mean, Gore Vidal is a character, and he knows it, and he played it to the hilt. But it was very interesting hearing about his views on certain historical events and personages, like Jefferson, Lincoln, World War 1 and 2, etc. It's not showing again, alas, but we had the DIRECTOR and she had a Q&A session afterwards. It was all totally awesome, and William F. Buckley called Vidal a "queer" during the 1960 Democratic convention. What more could you want, right?

like my soul was scorched

I'd never seen Training Day all the way through, and well, man. I dunno, it's really depressing. Also kind of cheesy, really. Basic premise is that Ethan Hawke is being taken on a trial run as a narcotics officer - he's been training for about a year, and wants to become detective at some point. But Denzel is of course a bit of a corrupt cop just looking out for himself. And it's like, well, you kind of suspect all the shit that goes down, but seeing it up there on the screen just sort of eats you up in a way.

So I'm listening to cheesy europop to try to feel better.