Polly Jean, Barbee and the week so far
PJ Harvey
ROCKED last night.
Big Black Monsoon alone was worth the hearing loss. (Although, dang, if my ears were ringing in the balcony, I'd hate to think what things sounded like down by the stage.) Thanks to Rob's going to Costa Rica to get his teeth pretty much replaced, Barbee and SugarBunni and got tickets to a sold-out show. We ran into
Annalee, I got many compliments on my hair color, and I made friends with a cutie gay indie-rocker boy who just moved here from Portland.
My phone's camera sucks, so you aren't getting pix of most of the good stuff. But here's the rundown of the week so far:
Monday: Barbee arrives. After some bridge-traffic torture I pick her up at OAK and we head to SugarBunni's warehouse in Oaktown for some friendly hanging out. Then we head to the city. B and I have Brazillian food at
Di Bufala and Sugar meets us in SF and we head to
The Boom Boom Room, thinking we'll just grab a drink and chat. Instead, we discover
Bohemian Knuckle Boogie. Sweet. I leave between sets to see my man before he falls asleep. Sugar and Barbee close out the bar, and end up bringing two guys from the band back to my place in the Fillmore (B's hotel for the week). The boys from the band tell them about
Digs Bistro, a speakeasy restaurant in Oakland with schwanky food and art and music. We're gonna check it out on Saturday before Mynx's party.
Tuesday: B heads to
Osento for a massage, and I get my hair colored. I ask for burgundy but end up with fluorescent red. Ah well. That's what Manic Panic is for. I'll pick up some deep burgundy this weekend. Afterwards we drink wine at my place with W and JB, eat yummi sushi at our secret sushi spot, the hip basement place called
Ryoko's. Then it's back into a cab to North Beach to see Mynx swing-dance. Turns out they're filming a video for the band,
Stompy Jones, so everybody's decked out in their best vintage gear. We're dressed SF-scruffy, and stay low in a corner booth. Mynx and her dance partner are amazing, and I think they're gonna be featured in the video. Dang, that girl can move. Afterwards we head to
Fuse for drinks. Fuse is cool, and there's an amazing Day of the Dead art show on display, but for the first hour or so we wonder if the DJ only owns two albums. Everything he plays is either a Stray Cats song, or something from The Blues Brothers Soundtrack. Eventually he diversifies, but we're still living in the 80's for the night. I go outside to smoke and some young thing in a floppy hat asks me where she can get some cocaine. She's in from Sacramento for the night and wants to party. Apparently she thinks we're
really living in the 80's. I wouldn't know where to find coke, and wouldn't tell a stranger if I did. Girl settles for bumming drinks off one of Mynxie's friends, and takes off after making about 700 phone calls on her mobile. Hope she found her party.
Wednesday B and I hit
Sparky's for lunch/dinner while I sign and initial several pounds of dead tree. My realtor is with us, and I'm making an offer on a tumbledown 2-unit victorian in Hayes Valley. After paperwork torture, we pick up SB and head to Jason's so they can hot-tub. J and I hug and chat, the girls soak, then we go back to my place to get gussied up. We'd planned on going to Sugar's friend Lana's speakeasy in Oakland, but by the time everyone's dolled up, the event's well underway. No problem, though. B's friend F from Tribe shows up and we drink wine, smoke, and chat. Eventually we head to
Grubstake for Grubsnacks. F and I geek out with our Treos and the girls check out the boys at the bar. We then try for a late drink at the Hemlock Tavern. We miss last call, but make it to the liquor store (are you sensing a theme here yet?), buy German wine in silly bottles, and go back to the Fillmore and watch
Ghost World. Dawn finds me on the Bay Bridge, coming back from dropping SB off in Oakland. I go back to W's place and sleep like the dead. The dehydrated, raisin-y, hungover dead.
Thursday I pretend to be awake for a while in the ayem for the benefit of clients and Realtor-man, then sleep until afternoon. B calls from her/my place, hungry and undercaffeinated. I can't quite move yet and a few clients need lovin', but I use the Magic of the Internet to make Brazillian food and coffee appear at her door. Then it's time for Polly! Jean! Harvey! at the Warfield. She's wearing a little red cocktail dress, and we love her. Well, SB loves her bass player the mostest. We jostle for posters, then hike thru SoMa to Bunni's car. After PJ we hit the Orbit Room for Mojitos, and Sparky's for food. A bitchy Monica Lewinsky clone fucks up our order, charges us for stuff we didn't get, and takes my plate before I've eaten half of what's on it. But whatevs. It's been foodapalooza lately, and it's not like I'm gonna see the inside of a gym this week.
Now it's Friday and we're getting ready for seafood downtown, then the always-wonderful
20 Minute Loop at the Hotel Utah.
Posted by Liz at October 22, 2004 05:12 PM