i’m eating a potato and egg salad and a pastrami sandwich on rye from arguello supermarket right now and it feeeeels sooooo gooooood. every bite makes me think about how great of a weekend it has been.
on friday, i got REALLY trashed. well, not like puking trashed but trashed enough that everything was spinning at the end of the night. before it even started, i had a weird encounter.
me (alone) on folsom walking to loft 11 to meet up with ed, isabel, stacey and others. i see two students from cca walking the other way. usually when this happens, we just nod at each other and the universe goes on its merry path. instead this happened…
(one of the girls slows down):
girl: aren’t you the computer guy?
girl: what are you doing out here?
me: (i’m thinking “what do you mean what am i doing out here? i go out. i’m human. i’m young. just cause i work with computers doesn’t mean i go outside. this isn’t kindergarten where you think your teacher goes to sleep inside the classroom when you go home.) i’m going to meet up with some friends at a club around the corner. i do go out (i say this with a slightly defensive tone)
girl: oh, cool. well, have fun at the club.
so i go in with ed (the other ed) into loft 11 and it’s EMPTY. granted, it’s before 11 so understandable but there is nothing sadder in life than an empty club. i end up having a couple of jack and cokes (i don’t like loft 11 because they serve drinks in PLASTIC barware, i’ll be a snob about that) and the rest of the group comes by. half hour later and it’s still DEAD inside the club. we end up at butter.
(at this point, a lot of things become hazy)
i don’t remember having another jack and coke but it probably happened. i do remember tater tots that were motherfucking AWESOME and a lot of jello shots. like. A LOT. i do remember having a discussion about cherry pork. at this point, things get really hazy.
thank you isabel for driving everyone back home.
saturday. i wake up and it is absolutely gorgeous outside. i wish i could go for a ride in the park but i have to go to oakland and watch the A’s. it’s a whole lot warmer in the east bay (80+? it was just really really warm. it reminded of summer days in riverside where you just sat around feeling all lazy and then it was still warm at night). sunny and gorgeous. the A’s were playing the twins and for the most part, a pretty boring game. they were tied 1-1 in the 7th and i suddenly had this fear that they would go into extra innings. that fear comes from the 14 inning giants game that i had to sit through for ed’s birthday (seattle ed) which ended in all sorts of hilarity. despite being hungover, the sun and heat weren’t so bad. the rest of the day was spent lying around in the hot hot heat.
today. i come back to sf . the fog clears out for once and it is just gorgeous outside. i really like riding. especially on sundays when they close off part of the park to cars. i ended up out near the ocean and found out all sorts of stuff in the park that i didn’t know about because i only walked before.
and i’m still eating my sandwich and potato salad. i think that potato salad is one of man’s greatest culinary inventions. it’s right up there with mac and cheese and beer.
i still need to take a shower but when i do, it’ll feel damn good.