What a weekend, fam. I really tore it up. It all begins with going to see the almighty Norma Jean downtown at the Regent Theater, where the shit head 20 something door guy snatched my bottle of tequila. (That's never happened) That lead into a lousy trip to the Encino IHOP, and "cigar Saturday night," where Mitchell and I wound up at an apartment with a couple of valley girls at 2am. This all tops off with a wholly misbegotten attempt at providing a quality birthday party for T Dog, my old roommate/landlord.