I met a woman last week who had the Majesty sym­bol tat­tooed to the back of her neck, which is totally fuck­ing awe­some. When she found out that I rec­og­nized it as the Dream Theater logo she gave a look of sur­prise, I’m guess­ing since lis­ten­ing to Dream Theater is con­sider some­what eso­teric, lik­ing them can be seen as an eccen­tric­ity, and even some Dream Theater fans don’t know of such a sub­tle sym­bol. It turns out that she’s in a cover band, and even though the set list doesn’t seem to include any­thing as insane as Home or Dance of Eternity, it’s still amaz­ing that there are peo­ple who are will­ing to attempt such music. She’s play­ing a con­cert tonight at Barrymore’s, with a Dream Theater trib­ute band and a Tool trib­ute band. It promises to be a good night of pro­gres­sive metal/rock and I had my heart set on going, until I found out that there’s also a party tonight at Sheri/Emily/Christine’s place. I’m tempted to go to both, but I think I’d rather focus on one instead of spread­ing myself thin. Besides, it’s to cel­e­brate the birth­days of three good peo­ple, and I wouldn’t want to miss it this year. No alco­hol tonight, I’ve decided, and no chance for me in stiff­ing Tom with a bill (as I mis­tak­enly did last year at the Clocktower).