Sorry about the three-day hiatus. I'm currently writing a review of Anger Management for my uber-radulous website, Sanity-Challenged Reviews. And this. I'm writing this too. Just thought you should know.

Yesterday I went to a poetry reading with my parents. One of their friends, Brett, read a great selection (including one about his hillbilly-coke-dealer neighbor). We sat and talked to him for a while; he's a musician too. His stuff is not that great, BUT his latest record was produced by the legendary Steve Albini. Why so important, you ask? Well, Albini also produced P.J. Harvey, most of the Pixies' stuff, at least one of Bush's albums, and... *drumroll* Nirvana's "In Utero"! Wowie. He also blew off Gavin Rossdale once to have breakfast with Brett.

After the reading my dad, who hosted it, took all the poets out for a drink at Applebee's. I went too but only got raspberry iced tea (if that's how you spell raspberry). It was all right, and I would rather drink it than beer. Frankly, beer tastes like dirty water to me.

One of the poets, a dark-haired, bearded, nervous-looking guy, was chain-smoking across the table from me. It was fascinating... I don't know why I find it so interesting to watch people smoke. It's just that everyone has their little idiosyncrasies, and it's funny to see how one person does it differently from another.

Anyway, today I went to Mark's house, with Holt and BJ. We hung around, beat each other up in the yard, and listened to Mark play guitar - he's quite good. He played "Aerials" and it sounded awesome (plus lots of Nirvana songs). Then we went to see Anger Management, which was okay but not by any means outstanding. But when we were hanging around outside the theater waiting for my mom to pick us up, we saw this chick who must have been about 8 years old take out a cigarette. She kept asking us if we had a lighter, which we didn't. Somebody finally found a match and she lit up, but after she inhaled she swung the cigarette around like she was trying to be glamorous. I found it a little disturbing. Holt debated the idea of buying a fake badge from the dollar store next door and pretending to bust her for underage smoking, but it turned out none of us had a dollar.