Oh, man. Best holiday party ever. The show was okay; Nolan hasn't played together in about a month, and I had to play someone else's drum kit, which, to get some idea of how difficult that can be, imagine replacing your writing hand with a cheeseburger. The only notable thing about the band that played after us is that they had a song called "When Do Telemarketers Eat Dinner?" though I strongly doubt they came up with that joke.

But the party was off the proverbial hook. It was great to see so many friends again. I stood under the mistletoe and got pecks from Leisel, Susie, Matt, Shelly, and possibly others, though I can't remember. Dino and Ransom and I went nuts and rocked out to "Hey Ya!" and I consumed about 112 beers.

Andrew WK called my brother tonight. That kicks so much ass.

Driving out of the city today, there was an incredible sunset. A blanket of pink-stippled clouds with a rift in them that exposed blue sky like a tear in the fabric. Now I'm in Iowa City, and driving around before the show listening to old Speed Of Sauce recordings, including the only known recording of "Great Wall Of China" from the very last days of the band. This song is probably my favorite SoS song and it's a shame we don't have a better recording of it. Driving around this dark, cold town, I'm reminded of things I enjoyed about it while living here, even when eager to escape.

Favorite song right now: "North Pole Transmission" by FC Kahuna. "Get your head out of your hands, this is not like heaven."

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