After a couple of halfhearted attempts, I finally made it to the Attic last night to hang out with Gone Postal, who was spinning soft, melodic 60s pop for a surprisingly busy crowd.

GP and I have many mutual friends. He's been spinning all over the place and I kept missing him, mostly because I suck. A friendly chap, that GP.

It was a nice night, though I had to stumble drunkenly home in a mist that was worse than actual rain. Still, I could be in Minnesota...