Gabby La La and Another Decision Aided by Inebriation

So - last Monday I went to the Gabby La La show at Joe's Pub just south of Astor Place. Cool place. Les Claypool played bass (awesome). She was cool. Odd but cool. Liked it. Can't really explain it - you just need to listen to her. So yeah, my brother in law invited me and my friend Craig Lap. There were other people attending as well (1 couple I knew the other I didn't). In the middle of the show I tap my brother in law on the shoulder and say, "You're rolling aren't you?" (he only recently tried that and it's pretty obvious for a jedi master like me to notice something so familiar to me). He was. Now, I wasn't about to be like, "uh - where's mine?" (the stuff he gets is far superior to anything I'd manage to find nowadays in my old age AND he usually gives me one or two when I see him - and I usually give him a nice bud of the good delivery service stuff - 420 - that I get - good trade). So happens that his friend (that I didn't know) had an extra. I took it around 11. WOW. SOOOOO good. SOOOO strong. Just like I like it. Anyway, we all hung out in my apartment (since it's like a block from where we saw Gabby La La) until like 5am. AND I managed to get to work by 9.30 that morning (granted I still felt like I was rolling at noon - probably shouldn't have taken another half around 3am - duh to me).

ANYWAY - my point being - my brother in law has been trying to get me to shave my head (well - really really short - with clippers) for about a year now and I've come close to letting him. The more wasted I am when he brings it up the closer I am to letting him. I gave in. My head was shaved - well - clipped/buzzed REALLY short. THAT is a pretty amazing thing for me to allow to happen. So unlike me. Oh well. Time to smoke my Sunday morning bowl whilst I read the NYTimes (but not after I run down to grab a - oooohhhhh - a bacon, egg, and cheese from the deli. mmmmmmmmm bacon. I'll treat myself since I think I forgot to eat yesterday - well - it's kind of hard to eat when you have a hard BBC in your mouth all night into yesterday and for most of yesterday but that's another story.