And now for a public service announcement: Please be advised that on Friday, November 18, I got so ridiculously drunk that little was remembered. If you saw me, I don't remember it. If you talked to me, I'm sorry to have offended you. One should not drink a six-pack of Sparks in an hour. It's bad news. But here is a weekend rundown featuring what was remembered.

Friday kicked off something fierce with my little sister coming by the house with her friends Palmer and Adam. She was in town on a trip with 50 kids from her college who are in the Marketing Association or something. Noah came by after work and the five of us cruised over to Juanita's to run up a bill while eating nachos and sipping margaritas. Halfway through the meal Dana joined the team and we returned to 186 to slug some beers before heading west.

Around 9pm we parted ways with lil'Belin and took a cab to Club Rare where We Are Scientists played a show sponsored by Sparks. Thus the trouble began. The room was full of familiar faces, but the most important thing to remember was that I double fisted Sparks the whole time we where there. An honest apology goes out to Michael who I mistakenly called Ben. I met both Michael and Ben through Liz and they both play in bands, (Michael - WAS; Ben - End of the World). I realized this after the quick round of catch up between Michael and me.

(Photo via Brooklyn Vegan) Their set sounded fantastic (kudos to Fisher) despite it being so short. At times We Are Scientists reminds me of the good old days of chasing the pop punk dream simply because the hottest girls were into that bubblegum shit. They are a bit more sophisticated than the Blink 182's of old, but only by a hair. They certainly are a goofy bunch to look at, (well, the bass player is), but it's easy to see the potential Virgin found in the three-piece. They are fun, quirky, catchy and very good humored. It also helps that they saturate their songs with the best hooks since Peter.

After their set, Paul gave Christian, Dana, Lucy and I a ride to Don Hill's for the Love Is All show. Might night quickly hit a tail spin at the club during the dollar drink specials. At some point I showed up at 2A and was a dick to Builder. I was also a dick to Dana that evening. My apologies to both. On the plus side, I heard my hair was the coolest thing ever.

Saturday began with lil'Belin bringing a bus load of kids to the Mercury for a panel discussion about the music industry. I'd assembled a group that included Mike, Gigs, Jin, Josh, Chris, Dana, Kelley, Beach and I. For an hour or so we talked to these kids about the music industry. We explained that partying is essential to being awesome and doing stuff. Keep partying - one way or another you'll get to where you're going. Afterwards we caught brunch before heading back to 186 for the Notre Dame game.

Later that evening, Kelley, Gigs, Beach, Christine, Shannon, Chris, Josh and I took the PATH out to Jersey City for one of my worst Chili’s experiences ever. The food was amazing, but the service was wretched. Fortunately we managed to take a bunch of tequila shots between the end of the meal and the point of pass out. It was another crazy night, but I was glad to have spent this one with some very top notch friends and family. I thinkt that could be said for Friday, but I'll be damned if it can be recalled.

Sunday was a lazy day that consisted of Tumbleweed bringing a ham over to the house for sandwiches and football. The living room was graced by Matt, Builds and Meredith at different points of the day, but the most important player was our new couches. So best. Later that night I worked the Animal Collective show at Webster Hall. Before my night was over, I received a "Thank You" from Mr. David Bowie. Yes, consider cloud nine to have one more resident.