I finally ventured to the west side of Broad Street in South Philly to go to the South Philly Tap roon (www.southphiladelphiataproom.com), a place often described to me as "the Royal Tavern, but way better." (Note: the Royal Tavern is a very decent but hipster filled faux-divey-tavern-with-oak-trim in Philly that is alright but not nearly as cool as it looks.) Good wings (this from a guy who lived in and is marrying a girl from Buffalo), good burrito made of boar, good beers. Reminded me of the Barker Brew Company in Fredonia, which sadly went out of business during my last months there.

They finally stopped filming on my street a whole two days early. Talking to the guy who owns the bodega across the street, I sadly discovered that they'll be back next week to film some kind of "fight scene" which I can imagine is in no way quiet. To their credit, they left the crane (my favorite).

So the band may actually practice a whole two times in one week this week. We got together on Monday for the first time in almost a month and it was still sounding really good. I have this increasing ithc everytime we play in the practice space to actually, I don't know, play a real show. Ned agrees with me in my "let's just fucking play somewhere" motto. We've become acquaintances with a few Philly bands who are going to SXSW this year, and that just puts the firecracker under my ass to get moving and do the same. I feel that, while these bands are very good and extremely motivated to get themselves out there, we can be even better. I've heard what we can do with all six cylinders running, and I'm psyched to see if people actually enjoy. it.

Lisa bought me the Jenny Lewis solo album so I'm going to listen to it.