Graham and I went to Brasserie By Niche last night for a fancy dinner, which included one beer each and a shared bottle of wine.  Then we went to Ian and Shannon’s for more beers.  Now it’s 6:30am and I think I’m still drunk, and I couldn’t get back to sleep after my first alarm, which was way more confusing than it needed to be, and I’m about to start reading DListed because I already checked Facebook and Twitter and I can’t manage anything else when I’m buzzed.

I have to be at work in an hour and a half.  Also I have heartburn of the rich food-and-booze variety.  Fuck me, right?

It’s Beginning To Look Like An Impossible Monday Morning

Fried Chicken, French Letters
Don’t Call Them Twinkies, The Baseball Project
King of the Gutters, Prince of the Dogs, Murder By Death
Overweight But Over You, The Vaselines
On The Basis, Forest City Lovers
Funnel Cloud, The Cairo Gang
Rumble, Link Wray
Claudia, The View
Never Said Much, pretty little empire
Lobbyist, The Great Bloomers
Under The Gun, Apex Manor
5 Chords, The Dears
The Surrender, Joan Of Arc
Wait Til I’m Dead, Papercuts
Warm Beer and Cold Women, Tom Waits
People Are Strange, The Doors
The Gulag Orkestar, Beirut
Winged/Wicked Things, Sunset Rubdown
She Is The New Thing, The Horrors
Ain’t Talkin’ About Love, Black Diamond Heavies
Brite Futures, Dum Dum Girls
So Alone, Johnny Thunders
Watch That Man, David Bowie
I Wanna Be Adored, The Stone Roses
Yulia, Wolf Parade