Spilled Beer

Last night I went out with friends. We went to Lipstick, talked, laughed and danced. I had beer spilled on me twice by two different people. I wasn't drunk, I just smelled like one.

Susan ran into her musician friend who was hanging out with a guy who he introduced as his "producer." Producer?! I joked and said, well then Camille is my attourney and Susan, you are my agent.

Later on I ran into Woodhouse who was in town recording someone. "Oh hey," I said to Susan and Camille, "there goes my producer. Really, he recorded the Frenchmen." I guess a lot of people have producers and are seen in eachothers company outside of the studio.

Funny how that is.