Because everyone is busy this week, and because the film this week is the heartfelt-but-somewhat-dull “Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner?” Andy & I will skip the Outdoor Film Festival till next week. Which will be “Invasion of the Body Snatchers.” Damn right I’m gonna be there.

I finished reading Barack Obama’s book “Dreams From My Father,” which he wrote in 1995. It’s currently out of print until September, when a new edition is coming out. But boy is it good. I unreservedly recommend it. To have such a gifted writer who’s ALSO going into politics is almost a miracle. I thought that kind of stuff didn’t happen anymore.

Yesterday Andy was so overheated that he couldn’t think. It took a laborious 15-minute discussion to decide to go to Stella’s frigid a/c for dinner. 3 days in a row eating out for us. That’s unusual. Along with getting a raise, sadly, comes the ability to blow through extra money with stunning ease.

The Jim White show Saturday night was wonderful. The Jim White part of the show, that is. Unfortunately he was sharing the bill with 2 other groups so he barely played for an hour. The highlight was probably a funky version of “If Jesus Drove A Motorhome.” I got cold feet and didn’t take a copy of the book for him, dammit.

Show was at the Abbey Pub, which was pretty so-so. It’s way-the-hell west, and the space is very weird. The floor where the stage is is completely open, and the second floor has extremely low ceilings which crummy sightlines. And the second floor is where all the “reserved V.I.P. seating” is. However: $15 tickets, which is increasingly rare nowadays.