my head hurts. it probably would have been advisable to have had some form of food yesterday evening, in addition to all the booze. oh, i stole a couple of popcorn shrimp things off larry’s appetizer platter, but, you know, an actual sandwich would probably have been helpful.

yes, niqui sang. always in the company of her loyal friends so she didn’t have to embarass herself alone. “It’s the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine),” the presidents of the USA’s “Peaches,” destiny’s child “Independant Woman,” (which it turns out is harder to sing if all you know is elbow’s cover of that) and “Don’t Stop Believing.” dan missed niqui singing the journey. i was very disappointed by that. also by the jackass in the crowd who yelled “White Sox suck!” hey, man, i didn’t shout insults when they started playing cubs songs to promote some opening day tickets they were giving away, even though technically speaking the white sox pretty much don’t suck and the cubs pretty much do.

my head hurts a lot this morning.