17 February 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)
I saw Wendy perform. Of course, Samuel Buckett was there. I went to the table and sat next to him and watched him shovel penne into his face as Wendy lit up the room with her haunting voice.
After the 1 hour set, I stayed around and made awkward small talk with Samuel Buckett. As he fixed me with his bug eyes, I glanced over his shoulders at the TV screen above the bar. First there was a cartoon on the Cartoon Network that involved a bald man with futuristic sunglasses strangling a tiny, irate snowman. Then, an ad came on for the new Twister Moves!, a variant of Twister designed to cash in on the Dance Dance Revolution! craze.
I went home alone. On the escalator coming off the F, I helped a guy carry a box full of Halloween toys. Little Late For Halloween, Isn't It? I asked. You Never Know What People Are Gonna Want Around Their Home, he replied. I helped him load the toys into what he called his Wagon-- a shopping cart parked behind the train station.