February 12, 2006
Late night out
Lenny's. Total dive bar. A benefit for some biker co-op (as in ten-speed, not Harley). The draw for us - Hope for Agoldensummer. The band was last in the lineup, so it was a bit of a wait. I smell like a carton of cigarettes. A good show, although I could do without stupid little hipster girls yipping and yapping during the music.
I learned a joke tonight. Want to hear it?
Q: How many indie rockers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: [sneering] What, you don't know?