More Smittener Than Ever Before

Breaking news: We made it to the Amoeba Music performance and it was so worth the headache of driving and parking in the city. The Dresden Dolls did not disappoint. They played Sex Changes, Mrs. O, Mandy Goes to Med School, Coin Operated Boy, Half Jack, and three covers (my memory fails me at this moment). I guess you’d call their performance Dresden Dolls Lite or maybe even Diet Dresden Dolls. It was a pretty clean show, which bummed me out because I heart the raunch. I’m grateful that I got a taste of the stuff, but it’s a little bittersweet. Amanda announced that Margaret Cho will MC their show in London this fall. If I could just win the lottery…

In other events: This evening Lucky 10-Key took me to have dinner at Bing Crosby’s. The service was questionable, but I’m learning to roll with the punches (there have been so many this weekend, I’ve lost count). I drank a Greta Garbo martini and had Crab Louie. Delish. The creepy waterboy asked us if we wanted a private tour of the wine room. (Doesn’t that sound like a euphemism for something sinister?) Lucky muttered under her breath that she left her pepper spray at home. I countered with saying that I’ve watched plenty of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I could certainly slay one gangly loser. I’m glad it didn’t come down to that, however. We left the restaurant without incident…
So now Lucky 10-Key and I are dorking out at her apartment instead of hanging out at a rock concert. We’re lounging around in our pajamas playing on our laptops. Even though we haven’t seen one another in months, we talk everyday (send e-mails incessantly and play MASH) so we’ve pretty much exhausted all suitable topics. Any suggestions?