I was out with my friend Evan the other day and he was talking about these girls he was hanging out with that were into some kind of lame college/jam bands, and as part of the story he said something like, "Oh we just HAVE to go see Steppin' On Toes later!"… I can't believe he just made that up off the top of his head. It's the best fake jam band name I've ever heard.

Friday I poured at DTA5 and then went to this silly play about Asheville. It was the project of this local girl comedy group. I'm obsessed with one of them and desperate to make her be my best friend, but I hardly have any opportunities to hang out with her. It was all these little skits which were vaguely funny. The weird part was that in one of them there was this sad, loveless, marriageless, childless, unhappy bitter woman who was wasting her degree on being a PRINTER. It was so weird. Since when is being a printer the job that defines shittiness?! The guy next to me leaned in and whispered, 'This whole play is about you."

Saturday was a party at the lake for me and my dad and my uncle. We turn 30,50,70 this year. The party basically consisted of my family, a couple of family friends and a shitload of bbq. But, eh, what else do you need out of a party.

My uncle got me a "lost Carravagio" for my birthday. Its this weird portrait he got at an estate sale that he's convinced is some lost important work. It's cool to own a piece of real art. It really does look like it's something special. The more you look at it the more interesting it becomes. It seems like this nothing painting but every time you look at it theres something different.

The best part was this little typed index card I found behind the paper on the back. It's this weird little provenence. Obvs the dude who owned this painting before thought it was special too. It reads like: I showed the painting to Bill Hodges and his wife who are of the opinion that this painting is worth 800.00. I sent a photo to Christie's who said its worth less than 1000.00…But a local artist Joe Smith says that it is a copy of … and on and on. Like this guy was really chatting up the portrait to anyone who would listen.