The phenomenon is real, i assure you, and it's increasing in intensity and scope. With every passing weekend, more and more, my Saturdays (God bless them!) have begun to feel exactly like, ugh, SUNDAYS. Yes, so silent, yes, so gray. So very much so. Wretched, hateful Sundays!

I feel like my nervous system has been scraped raw with oyster shells, I sleep way too late. I spend the first waking hour counting/justifying drinks from the night before, and suffer small flash-bulb memories of dazzling and devastating characters and events and total foot-in-the-mouth moments. I empty tons of cards and scribbled notes and promotional fliers from my pockets, take a pathetic swipe at cleaning the mess from the night before in the kitchen, give up, and Wikipedia "Milk Thistle". I spend the rest of the day in the bath tub reading old books I've read before and drinking way too much coffee. Typical Sunday. Only it's NOT Sunday! It's SATURDAY! And it's a problem. And it's ALL FRIDAY'S FAULT!

Friday has just gotten so God damn good.

Yesterday I begged the question, "Can Comeback recover from the pitiful crowd turnout on New Year’s Eve?", and the answer to that question was oh, yes, dammit, Adrian, shut your mouth. Last night's Comeback at Chop Suey was pulsing with nubile queerdom and sweating beats—wall-to-wall sexy is what it was, I'm telling you, and you had to grease your sides to even try to get through the crowd. What a relief! I was worried about Comeback.

After Comeback's big Comeback, the new Fringe Presents at The Eagle was what's what. The crowd was thin, thin, THIN when I poked my head in early on, but that's because everyone was at Pony, or Unicorn (OH MY GOD THAT PLACE IS FANTASTIC!), getting ready to go to Comeback. Which they did. And THEN they went to Fringe Presents, which packed-out late and didn't stop twirling 'til 4am and total exhaustion/alcohol coma set in en masse. Which, of course, leads to a Saturday completely wasted in recovery. A Saturday that feels like SUNDAY.

Perhaps we'll all just have to learn to live with it.