Timing

I woke up at 3pm on Monday afternoon. It was a 15 hour nap. Annalisa was just getting home from work by the time i took a shower and stretched out the 20 hours of traveling I had just done. We flipped through the Time Out together and found that my friend's band was playing. Its a nice thing when you fly across the world to find an unexpected coincidence like that just waiting for you to notice.

LA friends will know them well: The Ettes are in London recording their new album and all their new songs are swingy smooth and a ton of fun to dance to. Although the kids at 'the social' were quite tame. A. and I missed the opening act so werent sure if they were just in awe at Poni's no-brakes drumming or if recalcitrant posturing was what the neighborhood kids here do. yeah, kind of like LA.

We got there early and decided to go for pizza and come back. Just stepping out of the club onto the sidewalk the kid in front of me backed up into my arms. He had just peeked his face into the tinted window of a parked van only to have whoever was inside kick the window. It was apparently meant to be a joke but ended up being perfect timing to knock out the kids two front teeth. He clenched his mouth and uncovered it briefly only to spit out his two bloody front teeth which had been stuck onto the back of his throat. He crouched down and the kicker came out to profusely apologize. Everyone gathered around him to see the bloody mess, but now he was tucked hard into his crouching position on the sidewalk, completely silent, and now no one could see what had happened. We kept going.