damien rice - the blower's daughter

girls night out on friday was fun, as always. boys, let me teach you a few things. these are not good pick up lines:
- (sprinting over as we are leaving bar) hey, my friend way over there thinks you're cute
- (interrupting conversation) I have got to know what you two are talking about
- this guy right here is really good with computers
- so of all the drugs you've done, what's your favorite?

I have an excellent story involving the single worst pick up line in the history of pathetic men, but I'll save that for another time. because i'm a tease, i'll say that it invovles pot pie.

abbey sent me the latest issue of Heeb magazine, which completely made my day. It's tag line is: The New Jew Review. 'nuff said.

lots of hockey this past weekend. flyers beat the devils in a close one on saturday, giving them 3 straight wins over the dEVILs this year. esche looked strong, and while that is a good reason to be incredibly optimistic going into the playoffs, we're a little too close for comfort to a flyers/devils 1st round matchup. oh, the humanity. they flyers suffered multiple mental breakdowns against the pens on sunday and somehow escaped with a tie. i should not have to say the flyers escaped pittsburgh with anything. how embarassing. anyway, lots of big division matchups this weekend which i will miss because i will be in austin for...

sxsw. this is my favorite time of year. winter is over, the weather is nearing perfection in texas, the skirts and flip flops come out of the closet, and we head down to austin for 4 days of incredibly good food, free beer, reunions with long-distance friends, and a shitton of live bands. and it all begins with modest mouse tomorrow night. i am so ready.

my playlist, as of late:
damien rice - O
modest mouse - good news for people who love bad news
shins - chutes too narrow
air - talkie walkie
portishead - dummy
calla - televised
smiths - strangeways...
cure - kiss me kiss me kiss me