... no dude. my name really isn't lily.

... no dude. my name really is not lily.

i almost don't know how to deal with this.

it is before midnight (11:54 p.m., but still) and i am home - seven hours worth of sleep waiting for me tucked under soft flannel sheets and a pair of fluffy pillows.

that's more potential REM time than i've had in the previous two days combined. hurrah!!!

nevertheless - my nightlife story, unofficially dubbed "the That Guy chronicles" (you'll understand when you read it - i'll post the link on monday) is finished, waiting in the office for my editor to look over tomorrow. i hope it's along the lines of what she was looking for but, regardless, am personally a fan of it myself. it was fun to write and figure out a way to link all of these completely random events under a common theme (besides the theme that i attended all of the shows - thank you captain obvious beth for that connection). so we'll see.

i was going to write more about the day and its sleep-deprived craziness but, frankly, am so in need of beauty sleep that i am going to get under the covers a bit earlier than anticipated. but, before i collapse, a quick story:

as i walked out of the office building tonight and down the street to the parking garage, i heard a man call out.

"lily!"

i kept walking as, obviously, my name is not lily.

"lily!"

i keep walking.

"liiiiiiiiiiiilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyy..."

as there are few people on the street, i turn around to see what the guy's deal is. at which point he begins to jog towards me.

"the name's not lily - sorry!" with that i turn and resume walking.

"yes it is!"

i stop at this, prepared to laugh. oh, i'm sorry. you're right! it IS lily. i've been living 22, almost 23 years answering to the wrong name!

"uh, actually it's not ... i think i'd know."

he doesn't realize i'm not the mysteriously missing (hmm, i wonder why, as this guy's obviously brilliant) lily until he is right in front of me.

then comes the gem of the conversation.

"oh wow, you're not lily!"

right, dude. rock on with your bad self.

oh, and a quick inquiry: anyone heard of breaking laces? i was going to check out the set at radio bean after leaving the office tonight, as the writeup in seven days sounded intriguing, but decided against it on the grounds that i wanted to sleep instead. but i'm going to dig up some mp3s and take a listen ... i'll keep you posted.