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So Lana's S.O. was sick, and she cancelled last minute to take care of him.
The moral of the story was: 1975 was a bad year for music.
I ended up spending last night with Danielle and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
infd at HiFi -- the promised home of EL DJ -- the apparently exotic/foreign kickass jukebox. Powered by Windows NT.
We had the misfortune, however, of going on "Tuesday Flashback Night", which was "celebrating" 1975. Eee. After cycling through the 25 or so artists and realizing that really, there were no more coming.
...Crap.
It was still a fun night. We ate at a restaurant called I Coppi . Tom got to flex his Italian skills, and I got to sit under the heater. Yum.
It's hard to believe that this is the last week of school. Or that exams are coming up. I also need to buy Christmas gifts! Eek!
The moral of the story was: 1975 was a bad year for music.
I ended up spending last night with Danielle and
infd at HiFi -- the promised home of EL DJ -- the apparently exotic/foreign kickass jukebox. Powered by Windows NT.We had the misfortune, however, of going on "Tuesday Flashback Night", which was "celebrating" 1975. Eee. After cycling through the 25 or so artists and realizing that really, there were no more coming.
...Crap.
It was still a fun night. We ate at a restaurant called I Coppi . Tom got to flex his Italian skills, and I got to sit under the heater. Yum.
It's hard to believe that this is the last week of school. Or that exams are coming up. I also need to buy Christmas gifts! Eek!