October 25, 2004
Bye Bye Barbee
Saturday had me and B shopping for sweet-smelling trinkets at Currents on Valencia, finding SB and gobbling tapas at Cha Cha Cha on Mission, then grabbing my man and piling into my car to Mynx's for a swelligant party. Muunkie was bartendress, and made me Otter Pops to match my hair.B was sleepy and we didn't want her to get into "working" the party if she didn't want to, so SB and I broke out the henna and started painting one another, and passing out the little magic henna-bags that Barbee makes out of doritos sacks and whatnot (cut into triangle, roll into cone, tape cone, fill with henna, tape shut at the end, cut teeny hole in pointy end for henna -- poof! you have a soft drawing tool).
We did our goofball henna-scribbles, and B drew on Mynx and Muunkie. Check the photos — it's kinda blindingly obvious who did what, even without the photo captions. Still, we had fun. And we got others drawing on one another, which means B's henna will cover even more of SF this trip. Yay!
Then we went home and I stayed up too late with my fella, leaving 2 hours for sleep before it was time to go help B pack in the Fillmore. I tried to buy us coffee at Starfucks (only option for lattes or whatever in the nabe). Barbee asked for "something fancy" and since I don't ever go there, I didn't know that the things subtitled "blended drink" are in fact Fucking Coffee Slurpees. Eew. Still gave us enough caffeine to finish packing in time, and B made her flight.
I ran some errands in that special zombie state you only get when sleep-deprived at the end of a trip (or an eventful visit) went back to my man's place for omelettes and kisses, then slept for something like 19 hours.
And now it's now. Guess I should go catch up on election news or see if New York fell into the ocean or anything. I've not been so very aware of the world outside my little friend-bubble this week. Shock.
October 23, 2004
Rockstars and Pie
Tonight we had yummmmmy food at Globe, courtesy of W, then scooted over to the Hotel Utah — just in time to miss 20 Minute Loop. Lucky for us, they are the nicest rockstars on the planet, so when Kelly saw me pouting at the CD stand, they actually went back and played four more songs. B was so impressed she bought all their CDs. SugarBunni and two friends showed up after the set, and we had drinks and babbled. Met a few members of the band. W and I were zombies, so we headed home, leaving 20ML to head out for pie with Barbee, Bunni, et al. This will either be very very good, or very very bad. You don't really have an "eh" kinda time with SBI around.Oh yeah, the last song played was dedicated (out loud and everything) to Rob and his Costa Rican dental work. Hee.
October 22, 2004
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.
October 21, 2004
Barbeepalooza
Barbee finished her 3-month henna-artistry tour of the US. Now she's living La Vida Rockstar in SF for a week.I'm not hydrated or rested enough to type coherently. For a (blurry, phone-cammed) visual interpretation of the week's events, click one of the images down and to the left and you'll get the full MoBlog.
October 09, 2004
I blame Abby
My fella is napping, work isn't calling, and the gym doesn't close for a while. So I checked out Abby's Blog and got sucked into this goofy online quiz.Shockingly:
I am Indie Girl
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Sometimes I do like it here in The Future
This guy's travel photo blog just makes me happy.I think my favorite image is Visa de Hello Kitty.
