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July 21st, 2004 
I used to think the only reason you’d go to Sir Loin’s was if you were on the way to the airport. I went on July 4th on the way to the airport to drop off Jami. It was nicer than I thought inside: kind of a Denny’s vibe (not so Steak House-y — just go to Prime Rib), but decorated with old fancy liquor bottles and ancient black and white pictures of Portland. From it’s outside appearance, I was imagining those old yellow oil cloth table cloths and grease congealed on warped paneling. Not so! I had the biscuits and gravy. Nobody got the Lady Combo at my urging or the optimistically named Golden Age. On Saturday, I drove past a place near Kathy’s house called ‘Lady Secrets’, which I thought would be a great name for an album.
I got my hands on the new Eightball this week and it was worth the wait. It felt like old times. I also started reading Black Hole, after seeing some of Burn’s stuff in the last McSweeney’s. Highly recommended.
I’ve always dreamed of being mentioned in this industry trade publication. Now I need all new dreams.
