2004-03-26 - 3:28 p.m.

yesterday was a painfully stressful day at the magazine offices in dumbo. the closer we are to the event, the more impossible it seems. i'm stunned that even a fraction of the tasks necessary are getting completed. h yelled at me everytime something didn't go exactly the way she thought it would. i got on the bus home with my enthusiasm bruised but undimmed. i'm not getting paid enough for this.

i thought i would be too tired for band practice, but actually it was just what i needed. s played me the new song we recorded last week and i couldn't believe how beautiful it sounded. we recorded new vocals for 'summer rain' and worked on a cover of 'dust in the wind'. the fingerpicked intro of that kansas song sounds fantastic on my resonator.

after, we crawled down into pravda for prosecco and american sturgeon and buckwheat blinis. everyone in pravda looked like an ad for prada. i felt fashionably underdressed. we giggled into the bubbles and talked about sex and strippers and techniques for picking up boys and girls. i made eyes at a cute blond who is either nearsighted or not interested. s thinks i should try to track down the brazilian. i am not so sure.

today i got into the space where tomorrow night's party will be. it's a huge blank warehouse. there was an eighteen-wheel dump truck parked in one corner, a leftover from the NERD record release party on tuesday. i couldn't see how they were even going to get it out the back door. after the sexy stage designers helped the club promoters assemble and break down a heavy, rusty metal ramp, i was amazed to watch the truck pull onto wythe ave and drive away. the whole time h was calling me to argue over the cellphone.

i really should be showering and getting dressed for the opening party tonight. but i need a minute or two to myself. let them eat cake. i think a boy from munich is sleeping on my couch tonight.