That fucking roller coaster...

One day past Vegas and this year's CES, and I still didn't ride that fucking roller coaster at NY NY. Seriously, it's a life mission at this point.

I did, however, watch a transsexual tie up a naked, beautiful woman at a party. So that happened. C'mon, it's porn-convention weekend too.

Spent a lot of time hanging out with S.S., an editor at a prominent men's magazine who got us invitations to the party that involved nudity and ropes and cuddling and a speeded-out host who wasn't nearly as open minded as he said he was and us falling asleep in the corner. Also met a rep for a cell-phone company who might hook me up with free shit. And we all know I like free shit.

David and I drove through Utah today. Listened to an album from a band called Band Of Horses, on sub pop, which is very cool -- reminds me of the best Shins stuff meeting the best Modest Mouse stuff. I've got to go back to it, but a definite reccommendation for those of you keeping track.

Also listened to old Tweedy for the first time in a while. "Gun" maybe one of the best songs he's ever written.

If you're ever in Utah at JD's Restaurant, ask for Ceeson. She has a boyfriend named Mike. He's 18. They like having sex in the snow.

Don't ask how I know that. I don't even want to know.