I know you don't want it this way.
But let me show you just how I
Love, love
I'll shove it down your throat."
-- Dismantled, "Excess"
Dear Friday Night Meph,
This is your Saturday-morning self, leaving you a note for future consideration.
When you have plans fairly early the next day, it might be a wiser option to not stay at the Cat Club until 2 a.m. and then drive home from San Francisco. I realize that you often get distracted by all the excellent music, awesome people, and beautiful views (alright... seriously beautiful views), but, really now, one should consider the effects that all this idle hedonism is going to have on us the next morning.
So I'll thank you to keep me in mind while you're out carousing and flirting, you dissipated sybarite.
Eight hours in your future,
-- Saturday Morning Mr. M.
P.S. Strangelove was excellent, by the way. I've had some trouble getting out there the last couple of months, but I was very happy that I managed to get to the Undead Wedding.
P.P.S. Now that I've finally made it out to something, I have found out about a whole mess of crazy things going on this month and next, so I'm going to be editing the blog post from the other day with updates.