I went to Helter last night. Maybe I should say "Helter" because Helter for me was at the Probe on Highland (and it died in January '98 and there was much sadness) while this incarnation is at Blue on Las Palmas. There are Others who would call my Helter "Helter" because their Helter Skelter would be the one that was in Chinatown. It's the same club and it's not the same club-- Morpheus is dead, long live Daniel. Maybe I should just shut up. Not counting the DJ, I saw exactly three old timers... but that was okay because I came to dance. Afterwards I got followed to my car, then propositioned, but I was uninterested. Also, apparently I'd left Theo unlocked but nothing was stolen, so Yay for dumb luck.

Tonight I cat-sat for N again. She's in Tahoe or something. I was watching TV when the fireworks started. The sound didn't bother Shim one bit. I went outside to the watch the show. The view from the cul-de-sac was perfect. It was cloudy though and half of the pyrotechnic was swallowed by a low-lying cloud. It's belly glowed red and orange. Sometimes it looked like a angry gash in the sky, a rift in the time-space continuum as envisioned by Hollywood. I half expected to see angels falling out of it in flames, or the four horsemen. Very pretty. I was watching this with the girl from the house across the street. She was sitting on our curb and it was just her and me bothering. That's Dead Oaks for you.