i had fun friday with heather. we went to see cameron play at the pontiac. he was playing solo. i love to watch cameron play, he makes the funniest faces, which makes him even more adorable than he already is. heather and i laughed at the girls pushing their way to the stage to bounce along with the music. he played a very wilco/billy bragg-ish set, my favorites, songs that remind me of indiana and love and the summer. after the set, we chatted with cam, and decided to go to club foot. walking down damen we hit division, and i'm looking at the sign, and i'm like we went the wrong way. halfway back in the other direction, i'm like omg, i'm retarded, we were totally going the right way, but i got mixed up somewhere between me telling heather about my state of affairs (haha) and her complaining about how my perception of far must be drastically different than hers. i didn't care, it was warm out and i was feeling good and i was having fun, so we decided to walk back to heathers car and drive to club foot. and the way back we run into an intern from heather's office who looks like he is drinking piss out of a plastic cup on milwaukee avenue, and was very chatty, and wanted heather to hook him up with tickets to see the vines. blahblahblah, we finally get to the car and on our way to club foot they're playing woomp!there it is on the radio and its inspiring, and we get out of the car, and i'm yelling at heather YO WHERE THE PARTY PEOPLE AT? and she's embarrassed and i dont care because i was in such a giddy silly mood. so i drink all of 2 PBRs that evening and am feeling totally wasted, i think those were my exact words about it, and heathers like WTF? 2 BEERS and i dont know, but there's some guy standing right across from me staring, and so i wink at him, and glance back sideways, and he's cute but he's short and heather tells me i have horrible taste in boys, and i say maybe your right, no you are definitely right, and and its last call and i'm out of cigarettes and its time to go.