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i went dancing last night. i am a dance machine. i have super powers with my super-steps. i get the party started. i am the party. i am the music. i am...passion!

i was gonna go see some bands play with some people last night and i took the bus. sometimes i take the bus when i can, which isn't very often. last night i was very excited to be transfering buses for the first time to reach my destination...the fire on 4th and girard. the first leg was fine. it was the 17 which i caught on my corner 20th/pine. i took it up 20th and then down market and got off on 3rd in olde city so's i could get on the 57 to take my up to girard. it was cold. i was wearing a big jacket because i'd be partying...the first 20 minutes were ok. after 30 minutes of waiting for the bus i swore the whole project off, caught a cab and was inside the fire with a whisky in my hands 10 minutes later.

we watched kurt wile, he's this guy my friends are friends with, he and his wife are cool. he has really long hair and he sort sings into two mics with different effects and noise in the background and zones out and it's pretty cool actually. then we decided to quit the scene and head to silk city for some britpopping. there are no cabs on girard. we got a ride. silk city was lame because everyone was apparently at the kyber to hear some scottish dj or something. anyway, we were there to rock, so we had the dj throw on common people and no sooner did the first build peak that the dance floor was packed with hipsters. we rocked out. they played all the hits. i haven't had such fun for a long time.

we went back to the fire about 130 to catch the teeth play. there a local indie band and cool. i heard them play a couple weeks ago when i went out with emily and micah. they did rock again, but not as hard. then i hit the street found a cab and we all went home.

i did laundry today, it is still very cold. i played the piano. i have one in my bedroom now. it was free and i took it. it was hard to get up the three flights of stairs to my penthouse apartment.

my 3 year old ipod broke and now it's in the utensil drawer. i got a new black cool one yesterday and now i'm jamming again. i don't drive. i don't have the ability to drive to music. i have to walk to it. it's as good in a different way. im walking to music again thanks to this sleek little machine.

yesterday morning i went to an apartment with our print specialist david. i had gone friday to look at a chinese screen this woman, who lives in vegas but also owns this 2 million dollar apt. in rittenhouse square wants to sell. i noticed this great art on the walls and now she might want to sell it too. the coolest piece is a big kind of cool in an ugly way frank stella print the likes of which i've never seen before. tomorrow i'm going to see if she wants to sell them for how much there worth. david think the stella is worth about 10,000 bucks so i'm hoping she'll like that. she's got other stuff too, and other stuff in vegas. she used to live in the sands before they tore it down. she sold frank sinatra's patio furniture to a friend. she travels to asia. she has a son in boarding school.

i'm watching arrested development tonight.

it's as simple as that