My goodness, this was a productive weekend. I haven't said that in a while. On Friday I met Jules, Will, Cat, Cinde (Do I have any other friends? Why no, I don't.) at the Cowgirl Hall of Fame for some post-work margaritas. Well, they were post-work, and I was merely sympathetic. And then I was home BY NINE. It was so great. Go ahead, emancipate yourselves downtown hipsters. Try staying in on a Friday night for a change. It's good stuff. Because then you can get up early (sans hangover) and clean out all the shit (the leftover lumber, the crappy bookshelf, the cardboard boxes) in your hallway, which is what I did. And go running. And read your book. And play with your cat. And when you go out on Saturday night you'll be primed and ready for fun.

I went to the Ted Leo show at Southpaw (but you can do anything you like), where I sat through three really painful opening bands. I can't remember any of their names, but trust me, this was pure crap. I was like, "People, do not clap for them. Do not encourage them. Do not give them hope." But then I realized people will clap for anything in Brooklyn. I think we're all just so happy to have live music venues that we don't want to lose them.

Ted Leo rocked though. He's foxy as hell, and what a voice, and the songs were great, so well-constructed, and I am F-A-N of that man. It was my first time hearing any of his music, but I had a feeling I was going to like it.

Also of note: there were ten people at the show I knew (this never happens to me unless I'm throwing a party), including, but not limited to Alli, Cat, Todd, and Bob Powers, who has that very funny website Girls Are Pretty. Also there were other people without urls, including my brother! Yes, the Attenbergs got drunk together! Good times. I also almost got into a fight with some jackass who shoved his ass on me, but that's just old hat at this point so who needs to hear about that?

Later I made Catherine wander around Williamsburg with me in search of food (the deli selection dims a bit as you head east in Williamsburg), and then we went to Leigh Ann's, where her British journalist friend Helen asked me to explain the difference between a weblog and an online journal. It was 2 AM and I was drunk so I don't think I did it justice, and maybe, just maybe that's something that doesn't need to be discussed. Ever. Again. But she had that cute accent so I tried to explain it anyway.

Somehow I woke up this morning with only a minor hangover. "Today I am going to be productive," I said to myself. "I'm going to get the writing done." And I did. Holy shit I wrote a book proposal. In like, two hours. (Of course I've been "contemplating" it for months now, so one would hope something good could come out of me.) And you know what, even though it's so, so messy, it feels real to me. Like I think you could read the proposal and get what I'm saying and sort of enjoy it. Maybe not. But dammit, I'm sending it to the agent I've been talking to anyway. It's spring, and it's time to kick some ass.

Cue applause.

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