Ok, so here is my weekend rundown.
On Friday evening I went out for drinks and eats with Deelan and PieInYourEye. We were originally going to go to Steff's sports bar but when we got there it was too packed and noisey. So instead we headed accross the street to 111 Minna, which actually now has it's entrance on 2nd street since they have greatly expanded. They currently have a Sci-Fi Cowboy art exhibit. They had some wack shit on their walls. I wanted to steal the space cowboy monkey paintings.
111 Minna has a very eclectic crowd. There are the weirdo's and the business people and the artsy fartsy people and the college kids and the young hipsters (I stole that from someone but I don't know who). I think I belong to the terminally retarded. I kinda hate going out on Friday nights right after work because I don't get a chance to go home and change out of my "work" clothes. Though really it's not like I don't like being in flashy attire. I love having an excuse to get all geeked up and going to a soiree' but most of the time I like kickin' in in blue jeans, a t-shirt, and my shell toe adidas.
So we kicked it at 111 Minna and got our drink on while simultaneously being all cultural and shit. Deelan and PieInYourEye both knew exactly what they wanted to drink; vodka and cran. I on the other hand, was a total spazz. I never know what I want to drink because honestly I don't consider myself all that sophisticated a drinker, or maybe I am too damn sophisticated and can't make up my mind. I started off with a heffeweizen even though I didn't want to drink beer. Then I switched to Malibu and Cran.
I urinated twice while we were there. Not in my pants mind you. I went to the bathroom and went pee in the pee pot. One time there was a dood in there talking on the phone with his biatch. It's always interesting listening to peepz who are all like in relationships have discussions on the phone. It makes me wonder if I will ever have those discussions.
As it stands right now, I am totally not a relationship person. At least not in the conventional sense. I can't argue about stupid shit and it seems like the glue that holds relationships together is the arguing about stupid shit. I guess people see it as a sign that their partner cares. If I am to have a girlfriend she is going to have to understand that I don't get all that excited over stupid serious shit. I will get excited over stupid non-serious shit. I love getting into shouting matches with strippers at booty clubs or shoving matches with old ladies on BART. It's just so fucking ridiculous that you can't help but love it. She would also have to understand that she needs to have a life of her own. I cannot be the center of anyone's universe. She would also have to understand that I do not talk to people on the phone, I talk to them in real life. She would also have to love nachos, and cheese, and monkeys. I would hump her a lot too. Humping all the time with my little weiner.
Ok, so back to our story. We finished up our drinks and art critiques and decided that we wanted to eat. Nobody really knew what they wanted to eat. Well, I knew what I wanted. I wanted to go to Mel's Diner accross the street from the Metreon. The have the bestest greasy, cheesy food there. Deelan and PieInYourEye didn't want to go there. Eventually we decided to go to North Beach to look for food. We walked all the way from SOMA to North Beach. I was hoping that I could talk them into eating at the cheesesteak place but they were looking at the serious restaurants. We ended up going into some italian restaurant that had a big scary looking italian guy in front. I had gnocchi in a four cheese sauce and a salad of fresh mozzarella, Tomatoes, and Basil. The fresh mozzarella was good, I'm going to have to go to Trader Joe's and get me some.
So after dinner we went back home on BART. While waiting for BART at the Montgomery station a very well dressed african-american gentleman got on the platform. He immediately freaked out and started rambling on and on incoherently. He was all like, "You know what I'm talkin bout right? YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKIN BOUT!" all up in these white boy's faces. They were scared shitless. It was wonderful. I love the crazy people on BART. It's like free entertainment on what would otherwise be a boring train ride home. So psycho dude got on our train when it arrived. It was a short trip. The Police where waiting for him at the Lake Merritt station and they took him away. oh well.
Saturday I got my iCrap hooked up to the 'net. Now I can surf for pRoN and be a hAxOr and photochopper at home. YAY!
So I got hungry mid-day and I drove around Fremont to look for some grub. I spotted this place called Classic Diner that had a 50's motiff. I pulled in to the parking lot and almost got smashed into by an indian dude. Not the kind of indian with a feather in his hair and carries a tomahawk, the kind of indian from India. An indian proper. I wouldn't normally point this out had I not almost gotten smashed into by about 10 freakin indian in my short trek from the driveway to my parking spot. There was an indian diner right next to the classic diner.
I went it and sat down, as the sign instructed me to do. The waitress gave me some utensils and a menu. I didn't know what the heck I wanted, everything looked so good. The had a kick ass greasy breakfast menu and a kick ass lunch menu and a kick ass greasy dinner menu. I decided to go for the Mr. Classic Burger with Fries. Let me describe the Mr. Classic to you. It's a 1/3 pound beef patty with pastrami on top smothered in melted american cheese with the diner's special sauce slathered on the buns. Oh lordy lordy I was in heaven! That was the highlight of my weekend.
Sunday I watched the Raider's lose to the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in the Superbowl. Sucks to the Raider's. Oakland was on fire last night.
I forgot to tell you that all weekend long my man cleavage hurt like a mutha, YO! I don't know what's up with that. Maybe I'm getting buff or something.
8:27 a.m. - 2003-01-27
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