of montreal and the nba playoffs

oh, man. was last friday night the best night out of the year? oh, yes. a great group got together to catch of montreal here in ann arbor at the blind pig. we did not let the squares that surrounded us deter us from dancing to that 21st century electro-pop. plus, i drank, like, 100 beers (including a pacífico, which i drank in the shower before i left), and i met a hip, new girl. at one point, the girl told me that i smelled nice, so the shower before was fully vindicated. and let's just say that this is not the first time that a girl has told me that i smell good. my secret, you ask? soap. indeed, like kermit the frog says in THE MUPPETS TAKE MANHATTAN after he gets hit by a taxi, and then decides that his hame is philip phil and joins an NY ad agency full of other frogs named, jill, gil, and bill, all while suffering from temporary amnesia: "soap: for people who wish to be clean." since then, it's been all nba, a snowstorm in the middle of april, a few new jams, and an end of the semester paper writing: the rockets look rad and the pistons look like they can repeat, the snow has already melted, "love's so far away" by d. byrd is proto-disco, and i'm on page 14 out of i don't know how many. yet, i can only try to be gracefully grandiloquent for so long.