thursday 17 july
CrazyCzech just turned me onto this new band. i dunno. they might even be old. they’re called Steel Train.
“i feel weird” is the video
click here to watch it in a new window
i’m totally gonna see them when they swing through SF next month.
so excited for me!
thurs 17 july
I don’t understand what Dr. Horrible is. but i just got a txt about it via twitter.
it’s a Joss Whedon film? isn’t he the guy who wrote Buffy the Vampire Slayer?
watch the video clips on the website. they randomly break into song at random times. it’s a musical. how silly!
it’s so Buffy: the Musical. (i never watched the tv show, but i did remember seeing pieces of Buffy: the Musical episode. and it was hilarious! loved it!)
it’s also very similar to Viva Laughlin
and also, it has Doogie Howser in it. it’s hilarious to hear him randomly break into song!
i heart NeilPatrick Harris!
i just heard most of the album at my day job restaurant.
i quite enjoy them.
perhaps i will steal download the entire CD online.
it was thursday night.
we’d basically done nothing all day but hang out in parks, and rode bikes around.
we decided that we wanted to go to a cluuuub.
but first to eat.
after much much deliberation, we settled on Monk’s Kettle. previous ideas–Thai Express, Asia SF, Sushi Groove–were otherwise thwarted for various reasons.
(i was glad, because i don’t like AsiaSF. i’ve never been there, but i have no interest in watching Asian trannies perform for me while they’re serving our food. i dunno, i’ve been to the NYC counterpart, Lucky Chengs, and it wasn’t so fun there, although everyone who goes swears its the most fun they’ve ever had. it’s just not my thing.)
okay, so we end up at:
it’s in the mission.
we have some food.
i ordered the chx sammich. also ordered at our table, was pulled pork sammich and a burger. CrazyCzech had dessert at the same time we had our meal. she had bread pudding.
food was… ok.
burger? uneventful.
chx sammich? pretty good. fries excellent. but they’re the McDonald’s kind that come out of a bag. (love ‘em!)
pulled pork? well, typical pulled pork. sweet-ish tomato based sauce. on a bun of sorts. just how i expected it.
we shared a bottle of Syrah Rosé by Elizabeth Rose. it was kick ass.
basically, it was uneventful.
not great. not bad. but i’d probably go somewhere else for that kinda food. like the Pork Store.
the plan for the rest of the night was to head to the CatClub.
but first we stopped at BeautyBar.
it’s always fun there when i go. (always!? –do you hear me? as if i go there all the time!) but really. it’s fun. it’s a hot & sweaty box of a place. but that’s part of the fun.
some drama ensued with J our hostess at work, and missing keys, and then there was some more drama amongst the CrazyCzechs and CanadaBoy going to the bar around the corner and disappearing for an hour.
later i find out that Little Baobab was playing reggae. i’m glad i didn’t go with them. i’m so not a fan of reggae.
i left at about 1:30 to try to get keys to J. turns out that i too, left my keys at work. after various txts sent back n forth to different coworkers, i realize that it’s hopeless.
and CanadaBoy and CrazyCzech arrive at my place about 2am.
we continue to drink and hold our own dance party USA until the wee hours of the morning.
no wonder i was so tired all day Friday.
i was talking to mom the other day and she asked me about the fires.
fires?
what fires?
i’m so focused on what’s going on in SF, i have no idea about my surroundings. or maybe it’s because i don’t like the outdoors, so i don’t pay much attention to what’s happening in the country/woods/mountains.
but a quick stop at SF.Metblogs.com brought me to this map:
wow. i really had no idea.
is that why it’s been so foggy lately?
or is that totally unrelated?
thursday.
what the hell did we do all day?
i think we rode our bikes to breakfast. (a “breakfast”, which we didn’t achieve until about 12noon.) after much deliberation, we decided on Squat&Gobble in the Castro. i’ve never been there, but CrazyCzech discovered it as he was riding home from yoga. CanadaBoy wanted eggs, so, Squat&Gobble it was!
it was a sunny day in the Castro, and all the boys were sitting at the outdoor tables. it’s so neighborhood-y! beautiful people enjoying their breakfast (or lunch), while taking in the many sights of muscle studs, old married gay guys, twinks, bears, and even straight couples.
um… then what? the master plan was to ride over the GG bridge and into Sausalito.
but first we’ll stop at Alamo Square to hang out!
it was slightly hazy, slightly windy. we hang out in front of the painted ladies:
painted ladies alamo square
we proceed to do nothing. for a few hours. we talk. we laugh. CanadaBoy plays with the many dogs that are running around. (at this moment i remember why i don’t frequent Alamo Square–i don’t like dogs.)
eventually, we decide that, hey, maybe we should make our way to the Bridge.
we ride via the panhandle, and make a pitstop at Fulton Market on Masonic.
we decide to get a whole roasted chicken to share. yummers.
then, a whole lot more of nothing.
we never made it to the bridge.
me and CanadaBoy headed back to my place. he did some laundry, i read some magazines, and took a nap.
whew. what an exhausting day.
it’s exhausting to sit around and do nothing!
wed 9 july
damn it’s been hot lately! (those of you familiar with San Francisco know that it’s usually freezing-ass cold here in July and August)
CanadaBoy is in town for the week. we took advantage of the unusually warm weather, and rode our bikes to Baker Beach on Monday. it was kinda foggy still, but of course naked people were still wandering about, showing off their naughty bits.
tuesday we took a day trip to Muir Beach. surprisingly, it was also hot there. we left after about 90min, because all the screaming children and families had become tiresome.
next stop: Stinson Beach. surprisingly, still warm there, too. more families, but also more beautiful people.
alarming trend alert: men’s board shorts. color: white background, with some sort of pattern, usually plaid-ish. they were everywhere. how 2005.
afterwards, we drove back into the city. to the Blue Light. for Taco Tuesday! $1 tacos and $2 coronas. (usually, i don’t drink beer, but for this i made an exception!)
good times!
several, actually.
American Boy by Estelle
and
I Kissed a Girl
i can’t get them outta my head. but i don’t really mind. (^_^)
sat 5 july
HomeSlice picked me up from the airport, (so nice of her!) and we went to beretta for dinner.
in a former life, it was Last Supper Club.
it’s mostly the same, i guess.
we started with heirloom tomato bruschetta. pretty good.
then went on to zucchini parmesan. also pretty good.
for our main course, we shared a pizza with pancetta/broccolini/something else.
pretty good.
the staff was fine. not too in-your-face, but not overly helpful either.
i really don’t have anything good or bad to say about it. so, it’s okay… i guess.
6 july 9:30am
i’m up early. my temporary room-ates (CanadaBoy and CrazyCzech) are sleeping. we partied last nite. nothing too crazy like we normally do.
but for some reason, i’m wide awake.
going to the gym now. and i’m fucking-A hungry!
5 july 16.47
currently on AA flight. i’m next to the galley, and watching all 6 flight attendants falling over each other clamoring to make sure that the “first/business class” passengers are getting their meals in time. i see things being heated, prepared, wine being refilled. they have 3 different kinds of bread (sourdough, thyme, and artisan) and a MENU of choices for their meal. at takeoff, everyone was served champagne. i’ve seen soup go by, and something that resembles steak, they have a choice of several different salads. etc.
WTF?!!
i understand that they paid lotsa $$ for their tickets, (probably well over $1000) and i agree they should receive more. but isn’t it better to lower the price of all the tickets and cut out all the extra extra extras. is it necessary to have a grilled ribeye steak with bordelaise sauce in first class? these people aren’t flying AA because the food is gourmet–they go to restaurants for that!
and more importantly, why the fuck do i have to be subjected to all of this? i don’t care that they’re getting gall this stuff, but i’m in economy/standard. it’s terribly elitist/classist to be subjected to all the gaudy food preparation process, only to be offered nothing more than a non-alcoholic beverage.
all this preparation/staging should be hidden from the prying eyes of the masses such as myself.
that being said. i wonder what’s for dessert?
ok. that’s the end of my pointless rant.
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**update** dessert was choice of a chocolate sundae, or creme brulee, or something with blackberry sauce!
i don’t know what the hell it is about my parents, but they love to invite people over and create more work for themselves. how is my dad supposed to be recuperating when there are all these people around?
agh.
my parents friends are not mean people, but i don’t care for them.
friday 4 july 11:43
(photo stolen from olvwu on flickr!)
i’m at the condo with the parents. it’s raining. we’re watching the “news”. it’s mostly background noise. the top “stories”? tips for a better burger during your 4th of July BBQ, what to do with the kids if it rains, tips for making your table setting more american, and of course, displays of fireworks all over the ares from last night.
uh… why were fireworks shot off on July 3rd?
usually, i attribute it to the weekend warriors–people who insist on celebrating any holiday on the closest weekend, because it’s more convenient.
but this time, independence day is actually on Friday. the weekend. so why were fireworks being shot off a day early?
i don’t get it.
also, it’s raining today! ( >_< )
which makes it very difficult for me to luxuriate by the pool.
wed 2 july
[where: 10009]
siren music fest
i met up with my friend Siren last night in the city. randomly, she is in NY, visiting other random friends from SF. we hung out in the east village. it was fun to catch up with her. haven’t seen her in about 8+years. she and i used to work together at the ad agency. (wow, my life was so different back then)
we started out at 7B. it’s the same as i remember. except no cigarette smoke. it’s still quite the dive, but somehow, it seems like a clean dive bar, if that makes any sense…
then we rolled on over to someplace on AveB. i remember being there once before. and Siren and i couldn’t figure out what the hell it’s called. it has a big wooden carved door, a black awning, and no signage anywhere. Siren and i decided that it was called Delia’s in a former life (because that’s what you can read, underneath the black paint on the awning).
(after consulting the web, i discovered that the place is called NoMalicePalace–i’ve totally been there before!)
here at No Malice Palace, is where i discover that Siren is divorced. wow. we also talk about the power of facebook. it’s all about facebook for us thirty-somethings.
it was kinda slow there. so we rolled on over to 2A.
2A was slow, too. we walked in and were greeted by a blast of arctic air from the overwhelmingly powerful A/C. i forget that when it’s fucking-A hot outside, the bars blast their air conditioning, and it’s walk-in-freezer-cold everywhere. funny.
we proceed upstairs, and order another round of drinks.
we reminisce of the many nights spent there with 2-20 of our closest friends, drinking till the wee hours of the morning.
ahh… youth. 20s. good times.
i think it was about 2:30am when we left. and as we walked by 7A restaurant, something led us inside.
it was food.
we shared a quesadilla and supernachos.
oh, and i had another drink.
suddenly, the bartender yelled: “LAST CALL”
and i joked and said, “wow, is it 3:30 already?”
no joke, sure enough, it was indeed. we finished up, got our check, and paid and left.
then it was off to Penn Station.
i arrived at 3:48am. great, just enough time for when i thought the next train was, at 4:14am. but of course i read the sked wrong. the next one was at 4:56 or some shit like that. so i had lots of time to wait.
on the train, i saw someone i went to high school with. i can’t remember his name, but i remember he was a year older. and he used to be fat. now he’s buff. but still very short. hello napoleon complex.
needless to say, i didn’t get much sleep, because it was about 5:45 when i finally crawled into bed…thoroughly exhausted. but content. it’s fun to catch up with old friends!
