Two words for today: Barenaked Ladies. If they come to your town, go see them in concert if at all possible. I just got back from Shoreline (sitting in almost exactly the same place as Friday's Phish show), and it was one of the 10 best concerts I've seen. Great songs, good humor, funky set design, and matching outfits…who could ask for anything more? And of course a nice big cardboard box full of the Shoreline's fabulous garlic fries.

And, miracle of miracles, it didn't rain. This is the second time I've gone to a show there where the clouds seemed to part for the evening just long enough not to rain on those of us who always buy lawn seats.

More good news—the car passed smog today, thanks to the approved smog guy of my mechanic, so now I just have to go down to AAA or DMV and stand in line and my lovely little Escort will finally be mine all mine. Which is good, since I've already begun customizing it to my tastes. Thanks to The Deb, I have an aromatherapy thingy to plug into the cigarette lighter, which I promptly filled with Nag Champa oil—every time I open the car door it smells like a head shop. And, the most important accessory, the fuzzy dash cover, also compliments of The Deb, who is a wonderful and generous friend. I have already added the first hippie sticker to the windshield, which was picked up at the aforementioned Phish show.

And that's all for now…off to bed.