As I sat down at my computer this morning, Outlook reminded me of the many events I blew off last night. Francois Safieddine's "Court of Versailles" birthday party at Monarck (he's the owner) ... Holly's anniversary surprise party at the Soiled Dove ... Aztec Sol's Grand Opening (they've been open for years, oddly enough) ... and several other events that I had noted on my calendar only to blatantly ignore. Why the naughty Kat behavior? It's all the fault of Carlos. Carlos D from Interpol, that is, whose band played a show at the Fillmore Wednesday night. Afterward, instead of going home with a groupie like a good little indie rocker, he took his workaholic self over to Benders for a hipsters-only after party. Carlos then proceded to take over the DJ booth and throw down sets of retro rock, goth, and pop (Guns & Roses, Sisters of Mercy, Prince), and kept the cool kids hopping between the dance floor and the bar all night. And then, for the after-after party, we continued the evening at a friend's house - with a fully stocked bar, natch. So that's why Kitty wasn't at school yesterday. Tonight, after a refreshing evening off spent blissfully couch-surfing, I'm off to Boulder to catch DeVotchKa, the Hot IQs, and Oracle Dance at the annual Valentine's Ball show. DeVotchKa is an insanely eclectic foursome who play Latin-Transylvanian gypsy rock (or something like that), and if you haven't seen them, I highly recommend you go. As for the after party? We'll see about that.