Sunday, woke up and watched Barfly for 100,000,000,000,000,000th time. Had a breakfast beer. A Killarney's I brought back from the night before. Went up to Turc's to go visit Susan. Got some breakfast/lunch whatever from Woody's cause the Harbor house was too crowded. It was alright. Had some scooby snacks, pineapple bombers, mai tai. My blues buddy Frank was there. He's fuckin crackup. He had some great lines. This dude says some joke about and then says oh I'm just fucking with you Frank. Frank say "Brian you ain't got the fuckin equipment to fuck with me". Then he says "Brian I might just show up at your door one day and shoot ya". Franks an older dude don't take that too seriously. Besides I think they're actually buddies. Susan says she wants to throw a party for the April birthdays. Me and Double P are on the same day in April. Double P gets impatient so we leave to go to some "girl band"/barbecue marathon at the Tiki bar. I see know barbecue and the band playing is a bunch dudes with a girl singing. They weren't too fantastic either. Have a scotch and water and leave. Stop by the house to say Happy B-day to my sister. Went to a "Get Smart" party with Drunkenmeister. Some "Get Smart" marathon is on the tv but nobody is watching. Basically it's a bunch of computer nerds. Nice guys though. Mellow environment. A DJ is spinning records. Some cat passes out on the table then wakes up to puke. They hose off the patio then some other dude sits down in the same spot and pukes. Fuckin lightweights. Had some weird shot one of the bartenders from the Helm made that happened to be at the party. Time to go head for home, made it throught Monday again.