Sister, Do You Know My Name?

I feel that I should write, yet nothing's coming to mind.
I suppose I'll recapitulate the past few days. Sounds boring? I'd say.
The evenings of both New Year's eve and New Years day were spent at the Aragon, arriving in time to miss the Greenhornes but to enjoy the Black Keys. Their set was pleasantly surprising as they played older stuff, for the most part. Oh, and "I Got Mine" was played as if their record player was accidentally on 45 instead of 33. It was awesome. "I'll Be Your Man," on the other hand, was slowed down a bit. I can not and will not complain-- both shows were great.
After the show on New Year's eve, Lucy and I went to Chris Montoya's to hang out. Well, we headed over there with intentions of hanging out, but we ended up driving everyone to an all-night taco spot before dropping Earl, Matsuo, and Juan at Earl's house (Chris and Woj had sneaked off and wandered home while the rest of us were ordering food).
New Year's day was cool-- but I ended up getting home at 6 in the morning (and nearly falling asleep mid-conversation in a cab). Matsuo went home soon after the show so Chris and I went to Wicker Park to hang out with Christina, Bella, and Rebecca.

This whole re-cap thing is really starting to bug me, but it's necessary. Well, in a way. I really noticed this in Florida when I tried to write in a particular journal that I rarely use:
beginning a new entry was like meeting a friend (one that you already know... say, meeting for dinner): the first few lines of conversation are an exchange of pleasantries and an abbreviated version of each other's lives since they last met. It's a good warm-up, really, and is only skipped in dire emergencies (death of a mutual friend, recent marriage proposal, car just broke down).
Also like a real, live conversation, the longer the writing session lasts (measured in text, not time), the deeper the content delves. A negative parallel can be seen when one page drags on over the course of an hour-- nothing gets said and the experience is pretty awful, in a general way.

Now that we're past that, I should go clean up so I can go home before 9 o'clock tonight. Sweet.