And you're not thinking 'bout tomorrow

For the first time since I moved here, I have actually done something not related to sleep or groceries on a Friday night. Diagnosis: excellent. I went to a concert at the Fine Line with Lizard and Cj, and it was very awesome. I didn't actually know the guy's name before we got there, much less any of his music, but I think I can safely say now that Joseph Arthur is very cool. I am a fan. Unfortunately we had to leave early to catch the last bus of the night. Morning. Nightning? It was 1:15 anyway. I was planning on being up at 8 tomorrow. Four hours of sleep would be a very bad idea indeed.

Awwww yeah, guess who's gonna be up aaaaaaaaall night.

The bus ride to campus was interesting, too. Nothing quite like a big busload of happy drunks, two of whom like to get evangelical. One was an older black man who told us stories about how classic blues and soul singers met their downfall because of wealth, interspersed with song. It wasn't like just any old drunken singing, though. The guy had a surprisingly good voice. If somebody had gotten up and started dancing I would've thought for sure I'd fallen through the cracks of reality and into some kind of poorly executed musical.

"Yoooooooou gotta go dooooooown that roooad, that looooong and darkened rooooooad...Aretha, there was a beautiful woman, but she had herself a bad man. Yoooooooou gotta knoooooow which waaaaay to gooooooo...James Brown, my man, my brother, where you been? Yoooooou gotta do your laaaaaundry right theeeeeeere...y'all been great, God bless y'all."

Then he got off the bus and walked into the laundromat.

I just don't know.