5 February 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

As night fell, I met Wendy on Clinton.  As she walked, she got a call from Samuel, an ex-boyfriend who dumped her last year.  He sang her a little song about drinking and crying, drinking and crying. 

I made my way to the Lower East Side and got into the building where Wendy was playing a loft party. There I made the acquaintance of a true friend, a frenchwoman named Regina.

When only 5 people were left, I brought my video camera out and showed the footage of the reality show I had been editing to Wendy and Regina. Regina watched the raw footage of a burglary in action and extolled the virtues of thieves. 

Wendy and I said sweet drunken stoned things to each other on that white couch that neither of us will ever clearly remember.