Ba Ba Ba Ba... No one thought it was humanly possible, but following this weekends 48-hour long shit show, I'm more banged up than last Monday. With my body screaming for more than six hours of sleep, I took on the weekend with reckless (read: stupid) abandon only to emerge with more bruises, more aches and definitely more pains. One thing remains clear; it was totally fucking worth it.

Friday kicked off with a stop by The Library for a couple carbombs with Perry, Sarah, Gigs and Beach before heading to Juanita's for margarita's and nachos with Erin, Leah, Perry, Dee and Gretchen. We finished dinner and returned to 186 for some serious pregaming for the Rapture show. What I failed to realize was that we were nearly shit-tossed by the time Perry and I hit the streets in the direction of the Bowery.

We managed to get into the club about halfway through Cut Copy's set. The band completely blew me away. They were fun in the best kind of way. Their sound is a cocktail that is equal parts New Order and Daft Punk with a splash !!! (Chk Chk Chk) party attitude. The four Aussie boys pump out dance inducing electo-funk that reduces me to a club kid hungry for ecstasy and craving a some 3rd base action. Cut Copy was good enough for me to hit the merch booth in search of their CD and dammit that means something.

Following their set the back corner crew began to grow while Perry and I got increasingly more hammered. Thank god I wasn't as out of control as that gentleman. He sacred the poop out of anyone who came near that space. The kid is an animal, and on a night like Friday it was welcomed with a nervous smile.

The Rapture took the stage somewhere around midnight and completely slayed. The set began with a new track that instantly started the progressive neck breaking. Then they ripped into "Out of the Races" which was the first song I'd ever heard by the Rapture. The set was a decent mix of the new and old so thankfully the new songs pick up where Echoes left off. They tended to have thicker bass lines, but they certainly spotlighted the loose dedication to the formula attached to the name. The Rapture broke out the requisite "House of Jealous Lovers", but my personal highlight (and number one all time Rapture song) "Echoes" had me freaking out LCD Soundsystem style. My neck is still killing me a few days later.

After the show (both the Rapture and the Ian Perry show), Kelley and I spilt for 2A to have a drink or two before calling it an evening. The next morning Perry called around 12:30pm to cry me a river about how he was hurt and embarrassed. At this point I invited him over to watch the Notre Dame vs. BYU game, but a few minutes later I got a call from Erin with whom brunch plans were made. On my way to the subway I called Perry to let him know what happened before I hopped on the F Train. Unfortunately the F Train was fucked and it dropped me off on Jay Street. Erin came down to pick me up, but while I waited, Perry called to let me know he was at 186. Our lines got crossed and the funniest part was that Erin, Maggie, Matt and I ended eating at Katina's which is in eye shot of Noah's place were Perry currently lives.

Later that afternoon, Erin drove us back to my house where Perry, Andrew, Kyle, Hutch (the dog) and I watched Notre Dame beat up on BYU. Did anyone else see Brady Quinn's inspired performance? Dude threw for six touchdowns and 467 yards. That is a monster game. By the time the fourth quarter rolled around, I had to head out for the Mike Doughty show at Webster. After the shift, Beach and I cruised back to 186 to pick up some reinforcements before we headed to Magician to celebrate Shannon's 24th birthday.

As we rolled up the the bar Shannon was out front with her cousin Ang and a pile of other randomness that I probably met. After the greetings and well wishes, we tried to sneak inside for a drink, but the bar was crushed so we tried Johnson's which had the same problem. Then we headed to Local 138 for a couple drinks before returning to Magician to get down with the birthday folk and talk bizness with the good doctor. At some point Sarah, Kyle and I thought it would be a good idea to go visit Katie at Julep to take some carbombs. A pool game or two later and we were back on the trail toward Lotus to once again meet up with the birthday girl and her posse. The night began to turn gray as Kyle and I pushed each others drinking limits to the brink. Eventually the towel was thrown in and we went in search of grub.

Yesterday was a bit wash, but there was a massive amount of work that got done. After a funny shift at Webster for The Melvins and Jello Biafra show, I met Shannon and Ang at the super hip Stanton Social for a brief hang before I headed home to finish some work and pass out with my computer in my lap.

P.S. Tim Robbins came to see Jello Biafra. It was hilarious.