12:12pm- Walk through streets during Folsom Street festival. Gay men clad in leather buttless chaps or nothing at all. Sweaty, stinky, hairy men. I can’t begrudge them since it's entirely their scene and I paid money to be here. One nipple-clamped man accidentally knocks into me full on with furry matted chest hair to my cheek. I faint, swoon and fall headfirst into shallow pool of beer, rainwater and urine. Drown.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Love Fest ‘Til Death Do Us Part
5:09pm- Attend Love Fest with its scant costumes, slick dance moves, and pumping bass. The DJ float I choose to dance in front of has the sickest, baddest, bassiest speaker systems. I become victim of the brown note.
11:21pm- Way past tolerance, decide to partake of friend’s special Love Fest brownies. Unbeknownst to me, they are laced not only with pot but with Ecstasy. Last time I took Ecstasy it caused a minor coronary. This time it is major. Kids, don’t do drugs.
11;44pm- Scarf North Beach pizza with vengeance, careful to separate cheese from crust in order to stick to half-assed attempts at Adkin’s diet. While trying to cram oversized bolus of sun-dried tomato, garlic, pepperoni and basil-speckled cheese down throat, choke. Unable to expel.
Other than that, pretty good day.
11:21pm- Way past tolerance, decide to partake of friend’s special Love Fest brownies. Unbeknownst to me, they are laced not only with pot but with Ecstasy. Last time I took Ecstasy it caused a minor coronary. This time it is major. Kids, don’t do drugs.
11;44pm- Scarf North Beach pizza with vengeance, careful to separate cheese from crust in order to stick to half-assed attempts at Adkin’s diet. While trying to cram oversized bolus of sun-dried tomato, garlic, pepperoni and basil-speckled cheese down throat, choke. Unable to expel.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Chew On This
5:03pm- On way home from work walk passed woman wearing the checked pants and white coat typical of a chef in training. Woman is so obese, am accidentally engulfed into the folds of her pannus, where I promptly suffocate. My dying words of wisdom to her were this: Judging solely from your girth, perhaps a career in the culinary arts is one to be avoided.
5:24pm- I hate the bus. And I hate all who ride the bus. Due to new job, I now get one midway through route, so there are no seats and people are pushy and usually smell unclean. Today as I stand before an older woman shielding her eyes from the sun, I realize I have the power to block the rays for her with my shadow. Imperialistic feelings of power surge through me. I benevolently block the sun until she feels confident enough to take her hand away from her eyes and then I quickly lean to the right exposing her vulnerable corneas to the incandescent light. My reign is short-lived. Soon the townspeople of Busville revolt and I am decapitated, my head displayed on a spiked pole for all to see and pelt.
7:33pm- Boyfriend kindly picks up Thai food for dinner. As I dine on flavorful chicken satay, come across chewy, uncooked and highly offensive piece of poultry. Salmonella sets in quickly.
8:06pm- After all my obsession and pining for Crocodile Hunter, laugh at joke Norm MacDonald makes about his death on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. The spirit of Steve Irwin abducts me. Am banished to pit of hellfire.
Other than that, pretty good day.
5:24pm- I hate the bus. And I hate all who ride the bus. Due to new job, I now get one midway through route, so there are no seats and people are pushy and usually smell unclean. Today as I stand before an older woman shielding her eyes from the sun, I realize I have the power to block the rays for her with my shadow. Imperialistic feelings of power surge through me. I benevolently block the sun until she feels confident enough to take her hand away from her eyes and then I quickly lean to the right exposing her vulnerable corneas to the incandescent light. My reign is short-lived. Soon the townspeople of Busville revolt and I am decapitated, my head displayed on a spiked pole for all to see and pelt.
7:33pm- Boyfriend kindly picks up Thai food for dinner. As I dine on flavorful chicken satay, come across chewy, uncooked and highly offensive piece of poultry. Salmonella sets in quickly.
8:06pm- After all my obsession and pining for Crocodile Hunter, laugh at joke Norm MacDonald makes about his death on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. The spirit of Steve Irwin abducts me. Am banished to pit of hellfire.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Take THAT, Other Ad Bands!
8:44am- Am menaced by trucks as I drive in to work. They flank me on the highway and then all at once merge in towards me. I pop like a freshly burst zit.
10:03am- Sit across from guy in meeting who looks like an old friend of mine whom I miss. As I think back wistfully to all the good times we had, the doppelganger turns his head towards me like Large Marge in Pee Wee’s Big Adventure. Terrified beyond measure.
12:33pm- Gag on Tandoori chicken grizzle. Seriously, I hate that! It’s like Russian roulette even eating that shit.
3:41pm- Am mandatorily invited to attend two-hour long brand/advertising guidelines discussion for major financial investment firm. Halfway through, stop breathing. Sweet release.
4:12pm- Pass poster in hallway featuring Cindy Crawford. She is asking me to help her in the fight against blood cancer. BLOOD cancer? Holy shit, people can get that? Oops, guess so.
9:43pm- Stepping out to play a show, wear new Isaac Mizrahi boots from Target. So excited to find boots to fit fat calves, bought two pair: one black, one brown. Already, by the beginning of our set, feel as though I am standing with feet between dual vice-grips—a maniacal sadist working the cranks. The cranks turn and turn until my bones are crushed sending calcium-fortified shrapnel through bloodstream.
11:57pm- What is up with these mother fucking trucks? On way home from winning Point Roll’s highly esteemed 1st Annual Battle of the Advertising Bands competition (staged at Great American Music Hall no less—where I have seen great bands such as The Ravonettes, The White Stripes and Max Weinberg and the Weinberg 7, the last one being a lie), am again flanked by trucks. Trying to merge onto 101-S, get caught between four of the 18 wheels of an 18-wheeler.
Other than that, pretty good day.
10:03am- Sit across from guy in meeting who looks like an old friend of mine whom I miss. As I think back wistfully to all the good times we had, the doppelganger turns his head towards me like Large Marge in Pee Wee’s Big Adventure. Terrified beyond measure.
12:33pm- Gag on Tandoori chicken grizzle. Seriously, I hate that! It’s like Russian roulette even eating that shit.
3:41pm- Am mandatorily invited to attend two-hour long brand/advertising guidelines discussion for major financial investment firm. Halfway through, stop breathing. Sweet release.
4:12pm- Pass poster in hallway featuring Cindy Crawford. She is asking me to help her in the fight against blood cancer. BLOOD cancer? Holy shit, people can get that? Oops, guess so.
9:43pm- Stepping out to play a show, wear new Isaac Mizrahi boots from Target. So excited to find boots to fit fat calves, bought two pair: one black, one brown. Already, by the beginning of our set, feel as though I am standing with feet between dual vice-grips—a maniacal sadist working the cranks. The cranks turn and turn until my bones are crushed sending calcium-fortified shrapnel through bloodstream.
11:57pm- What is up with these mother fucking trucks? On way home from winning Point Roll’s highly esteemed 1st Annual Battle of the Advertising Bands competition (staged at Great American Music Hall no less—where I have seen great bands such as The Ravonettes, The White Stripes and Max Weinberg and the Weinberg 7, the last one being a lie), am again flanked by trucks. Trying to merge onto 101-S, get caught between four of the 18 wheels of an 18-wheeler.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Clown In The Potty
8:12am- After deciding to resume some semblance of exercise routine, step out into the world eager for walk to the bus stop. Searing pain shoots through toe and up leg. Apparently after last night’s brisk 3-mile walk, I severed a tendon or something. I drop to ground writhing in pain and am hit by car speeding down Campbell Street. So much for a healthy lifestyle.
10:49am- Walk into work bathroom and am startled to find myself standing face to face with a bona fide clown. Not sure if this is some sort of corporate motivational experiment, I honk her big, red plastic nose. She then gives me the world’s longest swirlie until I stop the struggle.
12:34pm- Sitting in atrium of the Rincon Center finishing off the delicious shewerma platter that I pretty much get every day now from Arabi. An explosive sound erupts above the food court chatter. The ground shakes violently. Turns out that while an employee was trying to push it back to wherever it lives, a leg from the noon-time piano fell off and said piano has smashed to the ground. Too late for me, however. Convinced of a terrorist attack, I am blown to bits. My image and likeness is then used by GOP to sweep November elections.
Other than that, pretty good day.
10:49am- Walk into work bathroom and am startled to find myself standing face to face with a bona fide clown. Not sure if this is some sort of corporate motivational experiment, I honk her big, red plastic nose. She then gives me the world’s longest swirlie until I stop the struggle.
12:34pm- Sitting in atrium of the Rincon Center finishing off the delicious shewerma platter that I pretty much get every day now from Arabi. An explosive sound erupts above the food court chatter. The ground shakes violently. Turns out that while an employee was trying to push it back to wherever it lives, a leg from the noon-time piano fell off and said piano has smashed to the ground. Too late for me, however. Convinced of a terrorist attack, I am blown to bits. My image and likeness is then used by GOP to sweep November elections.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Crane Drops Falling On My Head
8:44am- Walking to work, giant crane swings swiftly above head. Construction worker operating controls chooses this time to end his life in order to provide family with money from insurance policy. I have the misfortune of being caught beneath his heft after plummet.
5:02pm- Walk beneath a window washing apparatus empty and only two stories above my head. Pulley system fails. Crushed, but remain alive until workers come to extract me. Then I bleed out.
5:31pm- Rampant bus germs on my hand. That’s all I’ve gotta say.
Other than that, pretty good day.
5:02pm- Walk beneath a window washing apparatus empty and only two stories above my head. Pulley system fails. Crushed, but remain alive until workers come to extract me. Then I bleed out.
5:31pm- Rampant bus germs on my hand. That’s all I’ve gotta say.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Filth Frenzy
8:57am- On walk to work am confronted by fresh bum poop clinging halfway up links of a now-befouled fence. Airborne contaminants seek refuge in my nostrils before defeating my immune system.
12:33pm- Am directed to lunch spot named Julie’s Kitchen for a more upscale buffet option. Load up on meats. Choke on deadly combination of dry sliced turkey breast and pea shoots. Thos shoots get me every time.
3:33pm- Shoot self in head due to monotony of day job.
5:32pm- Riding 9BX home from work. Spot child with soil of some brown sort covering nose and mouth. Convinced, in addition to being disgusting to look at, it must be infectious. It is.
5:35pm- Still on bus. Woman next to me is holding her requisite pink plastic grocery bag, compliments of some Chinatown vendor. The bag twitches and rattles. I hear chirps and tweets and then a rustling of feathers. Bird flu, anyone?
Other than that, pretty good day.
12:33pm- Am directed to lunch spot named Julie’s Kitchen for a more upscale buffet option. Load up on meats. Choke on deadly combination of dry sliced turkey breast and pea shoots. Thos shoots get me every time.
3:33pm- Shoot self in head due to monotony of day job.
5:32pm- Riding 9BX home from work. Spot child with soil of some brown sort covering nose and mouth. Convinced, in addition to being disgusting to look at, it must be infectious. It is.
5:35pm- Still on bus. Woman next to me is holding her requisite pink plastic grocery bag, compliments of some Chinatown vendor. The bag twitches and rattles. I hear chirps and tweets and then a rustling of feathers. Bird flu, anyone?
Other than that, pretty good day.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Put A Cap In It
9:46pm- Play show at 23 Club in Brisbane. Halfway through 2nd song, cops bust through saloon doors. I hit the deck, afraid they’ll start shooting up the place. Confused by my reaction, they start shooting up the place.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Out Of Breath
11:13am- Committed to exercising more often. Take hike up Coit Tower with boyfriend. Near top, chest explodes.
1:55pm- Invited to big island of Hawai’i by old college friend currently living there. Having just read “Krakatoa” and being really into plate tectonics, I jump at the chance. Before I can even check into flight costs, freak volcanic eruption occurs right here in San Francisco where North American plate and Pacific plate are converging, even though the subduction zone is more volatile and prone to eruptions up in Northwest near Mt. Saint Helen, Mt. Hood, Mt. Rainier, Mt. Baker, Mt. Adams and Lassen Peak. Go figure.
11:58pm- As I drift off to bed reading guidebook for April trip to Egypt, I glance down at all the strange blue veins just beneath my skin. I flick one with my finger and like a sprung coil, they all unravel and burst from my body.
Other than that, pretty good day.
1:55pm- Invited to big island of Hawai’i by old college friend currently living there. Having just read “Krakatoa” and being really into plate tectonics, I jump at the chance. Before I can even check into flight costs, freak volcanic eruption occurs right here in San Francisco where North American plate and Pacific plate are converging, even though the subduction zone is more volatile and prone to eruptions up in Northwest near Mt. Saint Helen, Mt. Hood, Mt. Rainier, Mt. Baker, Mt. Adams and Lassen Peak. Go figure.
11:58pm- As I drift off to bed reading guidebook for April trip to Egypt, I glance down at all the strange blue veins just beneath my skin. I flick one with my finger and like a sprung coil, they all unravel and burst from my body.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
A Killer Personality
9:09am- Read how doctors have discovered a Type D personality. Type Ds are more prone to cardiac events. Peruse list of Type D traits and mentally tick off every one before having my own event.
5:14pm- Take crowded 9AX bus home. Woman next to me stands with her moist nostrils dangerously close to my hand. She huffs and snorts like a horse, forcibly embedding bacteria into my skin. I fail to get home quick enough to wash it away.
7:08pm- Pressure in back of throat signals advanced stage throat cancer. I eschew indignity of stoma for quick death.
Other than that, pretty good day.
5:14pm- Take crowded 9AX bus home. Woman next to me stands with her moist nostrils dangerously close to my hand. She huffs and snorts like a horse, forcibly embedding bacteria into my skin. I fail to get home quick enough to wash it away.
7:08pm- Pressure in back of throat signals advanced stage throat cancer. I eschew indignity of stoma for quick death.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Peek-A-Boom
6:06pm- Get off bus after work and walk past a man I can see with a glance is filled with evil. He attempts to talk to me. My reply, “We have no business to speak of,” is met with a hearty laugh. I look down and he is holding my still-beating heart in his gore-splattered mitt.
9:22pm- Pull out of driveway at practice studio. Parked SUV blocks view and car behind me has brights on just to be a jackass. Inch out to see if coast is clear. It decidedly is not. Am rammed into by a honking, but not slowing semi. Disintegrate upon impact.
Other than that, pretty good day.
9:22pm- Pull out of driveway at practice studio. Parked SUV blocks view and car behind me has brights on just to be a jackass. Inch out to see if coast is clear. It decidedly is not. Am rammed into by a honking, but not slowing semi. Disintegrate upon impact.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Monday, September 04, 2006
R.I.P. Steve Irwin
10:11am- Hear about death of Steve Irwin. Shocked to death.
1:02pm- Obsessed with the death of Steve Irwin. Imagine myself being lanced by stingray. Have fatal psychosomatic reaction.
4:56pm- Still can’t stop thinking about Steve Irwin. Mind swims in continuous loop. I think about the moment of death. I think about his daughter being told. I can’t stop obsessing. Not even to eat or drink.
11:34pm- Startle myself awake and remember about Steve Irwin. Look to my right and see stingray floating up from underneath bed. Zap!
Other than that, pretty good day.
1:02pm- Obsessed with the death of Steve Irwin. Imagine myself being lanced by stingray. Have fatal psychosomatic reaction.
4:56pm- Still can’t stop thinking about Steve Irwin. Mind swims in continuous loop. I think about the moment of death. I think about his daughter being told. I can’t stop obsessing. Not even to eat or drink.
11:34pm- Startle myself awake and remember about Steve Irwin. Look to my right and see stingray floating up from underneath bed. Zap!
Other than that, pretty good day.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Labor To The Death
3:49pm- Invite lovely friends over for celebratory Labor Day picnic. Good times and salmonella are rampant.
9:06pm- Watch the movie “Dead Man” and suddenly there is an opportunity for Jim Jarmusch to do a sequel.
Other than that, pretty good day.
9:06pm- Watch the movie “Dead Man” and suddenly there is an opportunity for Jim Jarmusch to do a sequel.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Write Fright
11:00am- Walk into Book Passage in Corte Madera to attend 4-day Travel Writing workshop. So nervous, barf down front of shirt and pants and subsequently choke on the remainder.
6:13pm- Eat dinner at table with author, Michael Shapiro, and 5 co-participants. Sit next to older man who refers to himself as a troglodyte. Not having heard this word for epochs, am shocked when he produces club and bludgeons me for meat.
9:02pm- While watching writing legends Tim Cahill and Amy Tan discuss “Cultures in Transition” and how this topic relates to travel writing, realize I am squished into the furthest nook of a room packed with eager students. The only way out is to run screaming while stepping over bodies, or to break a thick glass with shoe. Opt for shoe/glass breaking and sever most major veins as well as arteries in the process. So much for bathroom breaks in this place.
Other than that, pretty good day.
6:13pm- Eat dinner at table with author, Michael Shapiro, and 5 co-participants. Sit next to older man who refers to himself as a troglodyte. Not having heard this word for epochs, am shocked when he produces club and bludgeons me for meat.
9:02pm- While watching writing legends Tim Cahill and Amy Tan discuss “Cultures in Transition” and how this topic relates to travel writing, realize I am squished into the furthest nook of a room packed with eager students. The only way out is to run screaming while stepping over bodies, or to break a thick glass with shoe. Opt for shoe/glass breaking and sever most major veins as well as arteries in the process. So much for bathroom breaks in this place.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Happy Deathday
7:04am- Am shocked to discover I have made it to another birthday. So shocked, it stops my heart.
8:19pm- Sweet boyfriend takes me to Le Colonial for dinner. Waiter fails to show in timely fashion to take order. Die of starvation while staring at delicious meals being served to surrounding diners.
Other than that, pretty good day.
8:19pm- Sweet boyfriend takes me to Le Colonial for dinner. Waiter fails to show in timely fashion to take order. Die of starvation while staring at delicious meals being served to surrounding diners.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
I Never Made It To My 32nd Birthday
11:02pm- Getting so drunk at your birthday celebration that you start rolling around on Sadie’s Flying Elephant’s pool table gets you kicked out of the bar. Stumbling into the street to hail what you think is a cab, gets you hit by a car.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Wishy-washy Neighbor
Who washes their car out in the street at midnight on a Monday night? That’s right, my new neighbor. And who apparently doesn’t like to be confronted about it? If you said my new neighbor, right again.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Flesh Buffet
10:47am- Wake up with what I think is signature Vegas Hangover®. Turns out to be mass dehydration coupled with healthy dose of aneurysm. 11 o'clock check out time does nothing to save me.
11:49am- Meet friends at Mandalay Bay’s Bay Side Buffet. Sit next to freshly married couple and family having wedding reception. Attempt to sneak piece of wedding cake as part of my gluttonous champagne breakfeast. Am gored with cake knife by mother of bride.
2:02pm- Mesmerized by “Bodies – The Exhibition” at Tropicana. Having recently read Mary Roach’s “Stiff” about cadavers and plastination process, feel compelled to really get up in there and examine every muscle fiber and strand of sinew. Immersed in the experience, am distracted enough not to notice body snatcher come up behind me. Bound, gagged, and flayed for next day’s presentation.
4:19pm- Back at Desert Passage Shops, indulge in foot massage being offered by roving band of masseurs. Nervous foot specialist will only look at me askance. I realize too late he is fetishist/serial killer.
7:33pm- As I try talking myself into having calm takeoff, plane bursts into flames on runway.
Other than that, pretty good day.
11:49am- Meet friends at Mandalay Bay’s Bay Side Buffet. Sit next to freshly married couple and family having wedding reception. Attempt to sneak piece of wedding cake as part of my gluttonous champagne breakfeast. Am gored with cake knife by mother of bride.
2:02pm- Mesmerized by “Bodies – The Exhibition” at Tropicana. Having recently read Mary Roach’s “Stiff” about cadavers and plastination process, feel compelled to really get up in there and examine every muscle fiber and strand of sinew. Immersed in the experience, am distracted enough not to notice body snatcher come up behind me. Bound, gagged, and flayed for next day’s presentation.
4:19pm- Back at Desert Passage Shops, indulge in foot massage being offered by roving band of masseurs. Nervous foot specialist will only look at me askance. I realize too late he is fetishist/serial killer.
7:33pm- As I try talking myself into having calm takeoff, plane bursts into flames on runway.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
What Happens In Vegas Is Still Prosecutable
12:13pm- Head to pool at Luxor to relax and drink beer with friends. Oasis completely crowded and full of beautifully lotioned scenesters. Sensing discord, they swiftly descend to eliminate imposter.
1:11pm- Sun stroke.
3:06pm- Drive downtown to scout out lower table limits. Enter daiquiri bar and come upon confrontation between management and customer who was given extra shot of rum and then expected to pay for it. Fight ensues. Caught in middle. Bludgeoned with plastic cowboy-boot-shaped daiquiri container.
4:14pm- Agree to couple’s lap dance at local strip club. First documented case of fatal crabs.
11:06pm- End up drunk at craps table with too high a limit. Lose money quickly. Am forced to mortgage house I don’t own and college money for kids I don’t have. See too clearly how gambling has consumed life. Take cab to Stratosphere and jump off tower to assuage guilt for tarnishing family honor.
Other than that, pretty good day.
1:11pm- Sun stroke.
3:06pm- Drive downtown to scout out lower table limits. Enter daiquiri bar and come upon confrontation between management and customer who was given extra shot of rum and then expected to pay for it. Fight ensues. Caught in middle. Bludgeoned with plastic cowboy-boot-shaped daiquiri container.
4:14pm- Agree to couple’s lap dance at local strip club. First documented case of fatal crabs.
11:06pm- End up drunk at craps table with too high a limit. Lose money quickly. Am forced to mortgage house I don’t own and college money for kids I don’t have. See too clearly how gambling has consumed life. Take cab to Stratosphere and jump off tower to assuage guilt for tarnishing family honor.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Luck Be A Faithful Lady
9:12pm- Here I am on plane again. Pilot depressed because flight to Vegas reminds him of third wife who married him at famous Little White Chapel and who then promptly slept with best man, officiate, and ring bearer. As we descend into the decedent city, he nosedives plane in despair.
9:38pm- After dropping friends off at Luxor, attempt to drive down Strip to get to our own hotel. Traffic unbearable. After ½ hour barely any progress is made. Forced to kill and eat boyfriend for sustenance. Once his body is consumed and my urine store is depleted, waste away a block from Aladdin.
10:24pm- Once at Aladdin (soon to be Planet Hollywood), am forced to navigate through ridiculously expansive Desert Passage Shops en route to registration desk. Not knowing how much further to casino entrance, accept ride from pedi-cab driver. He assures us it is still far walk and then not 30 yards from where he picked us up, he stops, unloads bags and holds out hand awaiting $5 and tip. Incensed, refuse payment and am quickly mobbed and massacred by 8 men wearing billowy Bedouin genie pants.
11:02pm- Meet up with friends for dinner and drinks at Zanzibar Café. Portions so large, and drinks so strong, slip into hedonistic coma.
Other than that, pretty good day.
9:38pm- After dropping friends off at Luxor, attempt to drive down Strip to get to our own hotel. Traffic unbearable. After ½ hour barely any progress is made. Forced to kill and eat boyfriend for sustenance. Once his body is consumed and my urine store is depleted, waste away a block from Aladdin.
10:24pm- Once at Aladdin (soon to be Planet Hollywood), am forced to navigate through ridiculously expansive Desert Passage Shops en route to registration desk. Not knowing how much further to casino entrance, accept ride from pedi-cab driver. He assures us it is still far walk and then not 30 yards from where he picked us up, he stops, unloads bags and holds out hand awaiting $5 and tip. Incensed, refuse payment and am quickly mobbed and massacred by 8 men wearing billowy Bedouin genie pants.
11:02pm- Meet up with friends for dinner and drinks at Zanzibar Café. Portions so large, and drinks so strong, slip into hedonistic coma.
Other than that, pretty good day.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
