nematode's happy flight

i saw napoleon dynamite this afternoon with morgan, alice, and brett. we ran into elizabeth, jenny, and her brother, but somehow got separated and didn't sit with them. the movie was really funny, and although parts were slow, i still recommend it. it's a hell of a lot better than most of the movies that are out right now, at any rate. i like how it was rated PG. afterwards, we all talked in the lobby for about half an hour which was nice. i sort of tried to ask jenny and elizabeth if they wanted to hang out with us, but somehow plans never got made. it was really weird the way that got evaded constantly. so we just dropped morgan off at home (she was going over to a fez party at foot's house, and is still there) and spent an hour or so driving around looking for some trader vic's mai tai mix for the tiki party tomorrow night. we had no luck. we're going to have to settle for the off-brand kind at shnuck's. but what can you do? then we all went to alice's and ate fake meat. i've never had it before and i quite enjoyed myself. mmmmm hot non-dog with cheese. brock picked us all up around 9 and we took brett home since he didn't want to stay out late. we picked up my camera, bought some film and 2 cheap DVDs at walgreen's (dragnet and an abbot & costello feature) and made it to the full moon club in time to hear the prank that the mutant space bats were breaking up at that very moment and would not be playing that night. ha ha very funny. the show itself was really nice. they played a lot of their older songs, which were sort of sloppy but it was nice to hear them again. they even played the one with handclaps, and me, alice, and brock HANDCLAPPED IT UP. and bennett looked at us. thank god. he used to look over the audience's heads or play with his back facing us. he's still totally lou reed, but he at least notices that we are there now. at any rate, i love spacebats shows because i can DANCE like a loon. alice, brock, and i also did quiiiiite a bit of that. better than anyone else there. because, as usual, we were the only ones dancing. it's amazing how many hipsters you can dig up to come to a show like that. they just sit in their sits without moving and can barely find it within themselves to applaud. well fuck that. at least hunter always thanks us for being... whatever you would call spacebats groupies. what would that be? space skunks? sea horses? nematodes? at any rate, i filmed the show, although my camera was making a hell of a lot of noise, and i have no idea why. it only does it with certain tapes, and it's driving me insane. i left the camera on the table for most of the night, so i don't know if any visuals will come out, but i hope it sounds at least a little bit of okay. i do it for posterity! man oh man. i'm a conniving, archival pack rat. what. after the space bats played, this band whose name has already slipped my mind (it was like the 'insert Male Name here' Three or something) started their set. the most interesting part of the band--obviously--was the lady cellist, front and center. at first they played sort of jam band music and the cello was really just background. things started to get more interesting, and of course it was time to leave. although brock (me and becca's ride) had gotten his curfew extended to 12:30, since he is now living in cordova, we had to leave the club at damn 11:40. i came home, jabbered to the parentals, had a cigar, talked to brandon for about five seconds, and here i am. where's brett to make tiki plans? call me if you're interested in attending, by the by. i'm suddenly really really cold and shivering. this sucks.