Last night kicked ass.
I hung out with my friend Nick and this other guy named Elliot who's visiting from England, both of whom I know from another forum. We walked around Oakland and hung out at Rick Hunolt's studio.
And then I headed back to San Francisco to meet up with my friend Genevieve and her friend Dievi and drink a bunch of vodka and Wild Turkey and go to the Embarcadeo for fireworks and large crowds of people.
There was this really ghetto girl crying outside of her apartment when we were walking down Market street, and apparently her boyfriend had kicked her out of their house, so I told her to come and drink with us, and she did for a while, but then she disappeared and never came back. And then we hung out with a bunch of funny goth kids and someone on the street gave us cheesecake.
Us. Red.
That was for Eric.
And we waited like 40 fucking minutes for service at Denny's.
And then the guy whose house I was staying at turned out to be really fucking sleazy. I was asleep on his floor and woke up to find him kissing me and putting his arm around me. And he's 23. :zombie: But I was like "dude, no" and fortunately he stopped and I didn't get raped or anything. Hooray.
It was fun nonetheless. I hope that all of your nights were as triumphantly drunken as mine.
I hung out with my friend Nick and this other guy named Elliot who's visiting from England, both of whom I know from another forum. We walked around Oakland and hung out at Rick Hunolt's studio.
And then I headed back to San Francisco to meet up with my friend Genevieve and her friend Dievi and drink a bunch of vodka and Wild Turkey and go to the Embarcadeo for fireworks and large crowds of people.
There was this really ghetto girl crying outside of her apartment when we were walking down Market street, and apparently her boyfriend had kicked her out of their house, so I told her to come and drink with us, and she did for a while, but then she disappeared and never came back. And then we hung out with a bunch of funny goth kids and someone on the street gave us cheesecake.
Us. Red.
That was for Eric.
And we waited like 40 fucking minutes for service at Denny's.
And then the guy whose house I was staying at turned out to be really fucking sleazy. I was asleep on his floor and woke up to find him kissing me and putting his arm around me. And he's 23. :zombie: But I was like "dude, no" and fortunately he stopped and I didn't get raped or anything. Hooray.
It was fun nonetheless. I hope that all of your nights were as triumphantly drunken as mine.
