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What? You think I'm GLAD the Tigers lost because it made parking downtown easier for me tonight? What kind of person do you think I am? Jeez...

This weekend has made me feel like myself.

Last night, Alice and I went to the DFT to see It Came from Detroit. It was so good - basically I relived my twenties through this documentary chronicling the Detroit garage scene. It made me miss that whole scene, even if I was never part of it from the inside. All the footage of the Gold Dollar was very nostalgic, as were the clips of bands that I've seen time and again, going all the way back to house parties in Ann Arbor. It made me quite happy to see friends, acquaintances, and not a few crushes on the big screen. All my old rock crushes are officially re-activated!

Then, after dropping the early-to-rise Alice home, I met Mollie for dill pickle martinis/beer (you guess who had what). It was excellent to sit at the bar with her and talk and laugh and semi-notice the game on the TV in front of us. I didn't get home until a fairly wee hour, which I like.

Tonight I went downtown again, with Jen and Alice, and though around the corner from Comerica Park, home of the Tigers, we had no problem parking (not that I'm glad about that or anything). We went to Small Plates for dinner, where we drank an awesome bottle of Spanish red wine, ate good food, batted around various topics and ideas, and then...

we went next door to 1515 Broadway where we saw Blair's one-man show, Burying the Evidence. Oh my god! We were all completely in awe of him. His show was unbelievable - so funny and sad and passionate. It's clear that he is doing what he is supposed to be doing, which almost no one can say. His poetry, his songs, his movements were all perfectly done and gave me chills. I heard the guy behind me say, "God, I need to start writing again." That's exactly how A, J, and I felt. Blair's show seemed so professional - like we had paid a ton of money to see a famous performer, not paid a little to see an old friend. I wish everyone could see it.

So the weekend's almost over, and it's almost time to turn the clock back, and I'm ending Daylight Savings time feeling, as I said, exactly like myself.