Last night I went out for Rich’s final going-away party at Goodwin’s house, then at Danny’s. Real good vibe. We all sampled the Malort.

I left to go home, and wound up walking instead of dealing with all that hassle of paying a cab driver. (I should have just paid a cab driver.) In my wanderings I seemed to subconsciously steer myself in the direction of Arturo’s. So I got a burrito, and I was so excited to eat it that I stopped halfway home and ate it standing up in an empty parking lot. That felt weird. But man was that a good burrito. I think because I ordered it in Spanish. I don’t know Spanish except when it comes to ordering food. (”comida”)

Just now I went to go buy a record from this store down the street but it wasn’t open, so I went to the coffeeshop instead. It felt like a “Friends” episode circa-2010. I had a brief exchange with this feller I know who was having a latte, and with the guys who run the place. The topic discussed was record stores. There are three nearby but none as close as the one that was closed.

At the coffeeshop they were playing “American Beauty” and everybody seemed to be nodding along. Say what you will about the Grateful Dead - I wouldn’t really say anything about them, because I’m not into that scene - but that is one really good record. Every song is good. Maybe I’ll buy that record if I ever go make another attempt at an in-store purchase.