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whats it worth?
Not too long ago I was out in the Castro. Dancing up a sweat at the crowded Cafe, and wondering why I paid the $3 cover to get trampled on by men with no shirts on. After promptly leaving at 2am. Well, getting booted out rather. Two nice guys came up to us to ask where the after party was. We looked around and said, "what after party?" They, being from NY, wondered why in the world everything closes at 2am, and you can't find a place to get a drink. Pondering this for a moment I started to get annoyed too. Yeah! Why in the world does our city shut down at 2? We are just as cool as NYC, or London, or Vegas. Especially Vegas. Ok, before I do continue I would like to say that I am not even one to stay out late. Im totally ok with going out at 7 and being in bed by 11. I much prefer it. But on those rare occaisons that you just don't want the night to end, it would be nice to have some place to go.
See exhibit A: Canada. We drove up to Vancouver on a Friday night (I think). Randomly found a hotel, and proceeded to take the palce by storm. If you have never been to Vancouver, you must go. The people are gorgeous, and fit, and easy going. I don't think I have ever had a bad time in Canada actually. So, continuing. Even though the city was winding down we were still up and ready to party. With nothing open but a little Chinese place, we wondered in on a mission. I am going to blame it on part innebraition, part stupidity, but about ten minutes later we walked out with a $60 case of some sort of Canadian beer. Kanoeke maybe (???). $60 spent on 12 beers. Beers that by the time we got back to the hotel were of no intrest to us. All we saw were beds.
See exhibit B: Last night. I love nights that start out with me saying "I want a low key night, maybe jsut a glass of wine." Then end up with me not actually getting into bed until 4am. Same story. It was 2am. The bar was closing, and we were not at all ready to sleep yet. Oh, but wait, what's that? A taqueria with an open sign, and a neon Corona light in the window. YES!
"What would you like?"
"Can we buy a beer?"
"Sure"
"Can we buy a 12 case of beer?"
pause. more pause.
"Sure."
"Can we get cold ones?"
"Yep"
"Do they all cost the same?"
"Yep"
"Can we have 6 Coronas, 3 Modelos, and 3 Heinekiens?"
"Sure."
Renee and I can't stop smiling.
"That will be $45 please."
fuck.
"OK."
I was pretty proud of our saavy ingenuity. And no, it probably wasn't worth it. But niether was that hat I bought last year and never wear.
See exhibit A: Canada. We drove up to Vancouver on a Friday night (I think). Randomly found a hotel, and proceeded to take the palce by storm. If you have never been to Vancouver, you must go. The people are gorgeous, and fit, and easy going. I don't think I have ever had a bad time in Canada actually. So, continuing. Even though the city was winding down we were still up and ready to party. With nothing open but a little Chinese place, we wondered in on a mission. I am going to blame it on part innebraition, part stupidity, but about ten minutes later we walked out with a $60 case of some sort of Canadian beer. Kanoeke maybe (???). $60 spent on 12 beers. Beers that by the time we got back to the hotel were of no intrest to us. All we saw were beds.
See exhibit B: Last night. I love nights that start out with me saying "I want a low key night, maybe jsut a glass of wine." Then end up with me not actually getting into bed until 4am. Same story. It was 2am. The bar was closing, and we were not at all ready to sleep yet. Oh, but wait, what's that? A taqueria with an open sign, and a neon Corona light in the window. YES!
"What would you like?"
"Can we buy a beer?"
"Sure"
"Can we buy a 12 case of beer?"
pause. more pause.
"Sure."
"Can we get cold ones?"
"Yep"
"Do they all cost the same?"
"Yep"
"Can we have 6 Coronas, 3 Modelos, and 3 Heinekiens?"
"Sure."
Renee and I can't stop smiling.
"That will be $45 please."
fuck.
"OK."
I was pretty proud of our saavy ingenuity. And no, it probably wasn't worth it. But niether was that hat I bought last year and never wear.
construction
What in the world is going on around Valencia Street? I can't complain about the nice black new pavement, but the construction of it is annoying. It's kind of one of those places that you don't ever remember there not being revisions going on.
Just had to comment.
Just had to comment.
yes people it's true
Driving around last night I couldn't believe my ears when a familiar voice came upon the radio. It was hot, it was sexy, it was southern. After some internet investigation it is indeed true, Matthew McConaughey is the new "Beef, it's what's for dinner!" man.
He has replaced Sam Elliot, who was a known voice for many, that followed the catchy musical intro of, "da da da dddddd da dd d da da....." Or however it went.
I'm not sure if Matthew is going to turn some vegetarians all the way around, but he certainly doesn't hurt.
He has replaced Sam Elliot, who was a known voice for many, that followed the catchy musical intro of, "da da da dddddd da dd d da da....." Or however it went.
I'm not sure if Matthew is going to turn some vegetarians all the way around, but he certainly doesn't hurt.
this coming friday
There are many things going on this coming Friday. It is gay day at Great America. 5pm -2am. I'm sure it's going to be a grand shit show, and one that quite honestly might be a little too much fun. Roller coasters until 2am. Can't complain. On that note I'm not sure how anyone doesn't like roller coasters. Sure the whole heights thing I suppose. Or the fear of getting your feet cut off -> like this girl. I say I don't mind heights and things that go fast, and thrilling things like jumping out of airplanes. And it's true, I don't mind those things, and actually really like them. Under the condition that they are done in controlled environments. There are exceptions of course, but my mom will be the first one to vouch that when it comes down to it I am a damn wuss. I don't like to get hurt. Despite the fact that I have been without the use of some body part of mine due to it being concealed in a cast for an accumulative of a year and a half of my life. Wow, I can't believe I have never counted that up before. I know, who does like to get hurt? But really, I feel like I will push myself right up to the edge, than stop before I feel like I have lost control of the situation. Case in point, February and Jet Skiing in Mexico. I went with Mary. She had only been on a jet ski once in her life and it was a long time ago. I on the other hand basically grew up on the water and have had my fair share of personal watercraft time. But, did I care. Of course not. I drove that damn jet ski almost the entirety of our hour. Maybe this comes from being whipped around and thrown off jet ski's plenty of times by my guy friends from home that I had to take the wheel. Yeah, no. It's a control thing. Maybe it's part selfish, part bitchy, but forever reason it's almost impossible for me to put my life in the hands of someone else's in situations like that.
Now, this is completely different like things at the dentist, or doctor's or at a theme park while riding roller coasters. And this, you see, is because I have no option for control of the situation. Sure, I chose to buy a $50 ticket and risk the cart flying off the tracks, but that's the risk I took. Like driving or walking down the sidewalk. So yeah, "controlled environment's", for the most part.
Discussing my issue with control was not the point of this entry. I really wanted to comment on the other thing happening this Friday. I get to shoot a behind the scenes vid/doc about my boss' friend who is a pretty sweet photographer. CHECK OUT HIS STUFF!
He's photographing an Olympic cyclist. Anyway, should be cool I'm excited. That's all I really wanted to say.
Happy Humpday!
Now, this is completely different like things at the dentist, or doctor's or at a theme park while riding roller coasters. And this, you see, is because I have no option for control of the situation. Sure, I chose to buy a $50 ticket and risk the cart flying off the tracks, but that's the risk I took. Like driving or walking down the sidewalk. So yeah, "controlled environment's", for the most part.
Discussing my issue with control was not the point of this entry. I really wanted to comment on the other thing happening this Friday. I get to shoot a behind the scenes vid/doc about my boss' friend who is a pretty sweet photographer. CHECK OUT HIS STUFF!
He's photographing an Olympic cyclist. Anyway, should be cool I'm excited. That's all I really wanted to say.
Happy Humpday!
the middle of May
I want the hot weather back. I want the sweatiness back. I want the stickiness from doing any small task. Like dripping just from brushing my teeth. I want to be so uncomfortable and be able to complain about it but love it all at the same time. I want to be able to walk around until 4am just because it's warm outside. I want the energy of that back. Sure fog is kind of fun, in the winter! When Christmas is around the corner and I spend the majority of my time drinking Starbucks Vanilla Cream's. But right now, when my shorts are out of the boxes, and God is has dangled the warmth in front of me I am ready. Send the wind, and the cold, and the fog away. It's the middle of May and I want the sun back!
In other news I kicked a grand slam in an awesome game of kick ball yesterday and that pretty much made my weekend. Other highlights of the weekend - mint green cupcakes, mint green margaritas, beach adventures, total eclipse of the heart, hitchin a ride from a lady that just made jam with her friends and realizing we can now get to our roof via our neighbors'. Take that landlord!!!
In other news I kicked a grand slam in an awesome game of kick ball yesterday and that pretty much made my weekend. Other highlights of the weekend - mint green cupcakes, mint green margaritas, beach adventures, total eclipse of the heart, hitchin a ride from a lady that just made jam with her friends and realizing we can now get to our roof via our neighbors'. Take that landlord!!!
i very much agree with this guy
If interested, Read this post on Hilary Duff. Compliments of The Stranger.
comments about a trip
It started w/ a lay over in Charlottesville, NC. The hour and a half spent in the airport sports bar, that served delicous chicken strips and fries, made me realize that I still, live in a bubble. I thought I had left the bubble when I moved out of the Northwest and my small white middle class town. I did leave that bubble, but I defenitly entered a new one. A bubble of diversity, and acceptance (for the most part), and creativity, and advancement. Walking out of the tunnel I immediatly felt like a fish out of water. I forgot how "easy" SF is. And, how much I love it.
There was amazing weather in DC and NY. It made a great weekend for a wedding. A wedding that had a holier than thou preist (who was also possibly on crack), an after party at a local pub complete w/ a kick ass cover band, and one handsome groomsman who wouldn't stop buying me drinks. W/ a gentelman like that who would refuse?! The rest of our time on the East Coast was good and different. The queer scene in DC is something of a mystery. Sure I didn't experience for long, and yes should give it more of a chance, but, I am happy to be home. DC was clean though, which was nice. NY was loud and crowded (like every time I visit). I'm pretty sure I wouldn't survive a week there on my own. Thank God Cathy was there to feed us and home us. If I did live there I would live in Greenwich Village. It's beautiful and has AWESOME restaurants (check it). That is of course assuming I can afford to live in Greenwich. Which, let's face it. Will probably never happen. One thing I will say about the East Coast is that all the trees remind me of back home (ahh moment), and the transit systems are soooo much better. Which begs the question, why in the world does Bart have cloth seats?
I learned many things on this trip. I learned that a good porty potty is underrated. People who sing (loudly) and don't know the words bug me. This is especially annoying to old classic songs, and anything from the Beatles (sure sometimes I am guilty of this, so please next time, tell me to shut up). Double features in movie theatres should be nothing but normal. Paying $10 for 2 hours of entertainment is a rip off (nevermind ive easily paid triple that at a bar on Fri night). I would much rather be naked on a normal beach than naked on a nude beach. Hey old man, just because you have sunglasses on doesn't mean I can't see you starring at me.
San Diego pretty much had really shitty weather, but the rental car and deal of a hotel made up for it. It was the smallest car I have ever driven, and it was the only hotel I stayed in that didn't have housemaid service in the duration of my stay. The enormous billboard we passed everyday driving into our hotel was the absolute highlight though. "Catholic Church for Homosexuals". I'm not sure why I didn't take a picture. The one sunny day we did spend at the beach and now, my nipples are on fire.
I forgot to mention we saw Avenue Q while in NY. That's some funny stuff. Who knew puppets could be so entertaining.
In conclusion, I'm glad to be home. Half way through when I realized I could barely relax because I kept thinking about work, it surprised me. I freaked out at first b/c I wondered if I'd ever be able to be on vacation and fully relax like one is supposed to. But in the end it made me happy. It means I like my job, and my life so much right now, that I didn't want to forget it or walk away from it. I wanted to jump right back in and do it. So, here we go....
There was amazing weather in DC and NY. It made a great weekend for a wedding. A wedding that had a holier than thou preist (who was also possibly on crack), an after party at a local pub complete w/ a kick ass cover band, and one handsome groomsman who wouldn't stop buying me drinks. W/ a gentelman like that who would refuse?! The rest of our time on the East Coast was good and different. The queer scene in DC is something of a mystery. Sure I didn't experience for long, and yes should give it more of a chance, but, I am happy to be home. DC was clean though, which was nice. NY was loud and crowded (like every time I visit). I'm pretty sure I wouldn't survive a week there on my own. Thank God Cathy was there to feed us and home us. If I did live there I would live in Greenwich Village. It's beautiful and has AWESOME restaurants (check it). That is of course assuming I can afford to live in Greenwich. Which, let's face it. Will probably never happen. One thing I will say about the East Coast is that all the trees remind me of back home (ahh moment), and the transit systems are soooo much better. Which begs the question, why in the world does Bart have cloth seats?
I learned many things on this trip. I learned that a good porty potty is underrated. People who sing (loudly) and don't know the words bug me. This is especially annoying to old classic songs, and anything from the Beatles (sure sometimes I am guilty of this, so please next time, tell me to shut up). Double features in movie theatres should be nothing but normal. Paying $10 for 2 hours of entertainment is a rip off (nevermind ive easily paid triple that at a bar on Fri night). I would much rather be naked on a normal beach than naked on a nude beach. Hey old man, just because you have sunglasses on doesn't mean I can't see you starring at me.
San Diego pretty much had really shitty weather, but the rental car and deal of a hotel made up for it. It was the smallest car I have ever driven, and it was the only hotel I stayed in that didn't have housemaid service in the duration of my stay. The enormous billboard we passed everyday driving into our hotel was the absolute highlight though. "Catholic Church for Homosexuals". I'm not sure why I didn't take a picture. The one sunny day we did spend at the beach and now, my nipples are on fire.
I forgot to mention we saw Avenue Q while in NY. That's some funny stuff. Who knew puppets could be so entertaining.
In conclusion, I'm glad to be home. Half way through when I realized I could barely relax because I kept thinking about work, it surprised me. I freaked out at first b/c I wondered if I'd ever be able to be on vacation and fully relax like one is supposed to. But in the end it made me happy. It means I like my job, and my life so much right now, that I didn't want to forget it or walk away from it. I wanted to jump right back in and do it. So, here we go....
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