everyone should get a faux-girlfriend!

i just wanted to say that Becky is the best faux-girlfriend (say: pho-ga) a boy could ask for...

so, "Gone Campin'!" was a total bust...i drove up there with my sister and hung out for approx. 4 hours, drank a couple beers, ate some BBQ'd chicken and then stole my sister's car and fled back to the city...i SUCK SUCK SUCK at camping...the way Ward Churchill feels about taking off his baseball cap for the National Anthem is how i feel about camping...i stayed long enough to get a photo of Ozan and Brittany, and the backs of some of the campers as they eat food...awesome...



so i had a nice drive back to the city from the North Bay listening to Madonna's Ray Of Light...called up Beckers, picked her up in the TL, headed back to the Lower Haight, got sandwiches, went to Molotov's, got scared of the crankster boy pacing around the bar with the two tear drop tattoo's under his eyes harrassing people for cigarettes...left Molotov's, and walked over to Madrone for the Prince Vs. Michael Jackson dance party (PVMJDPD)...the PVMJDPD was like a Bachelorette party from the 6th circle of hell (if the 6th circle of hell was populated by spray on tan girls in too-short summer dresses with spinich dip stuck between their teeth coupled with tan-cock men with wrinkly sun-burnt chests with way way coifed leave-in-conditioned Don Johnson hair...if it was like that), the hightlight def. being when this guy strapped a giant plastic Duracell battery to his chest and performed a choreographed "break dance" routine for the next 15 mintues (awesomely painful video forthcoming!)...

grabbed a cab to the TL, went to see matthew at the Castle...but there was this going on
and they were testing the mics and it was loud so we left. blah blah Whiskey Thieves then the Hemlock blah blah...back to the Castle for the show...watched that, ran into a bunch of drama...put my foot in my mouth when i called this girl by the wrong name (there's a story there, but not on this blog i guess)...blah blah...

Beck and i leave...

my favorte parts of the day were when random men, in passing us on the street, would remark to me about Becky...stuff like, "you gots a FYIIINE looing lady right thur..." or, "yo man, you better take care of her..." or "what'chu got that i don't got?!"...stuff like that kicked ass for real.



blah, i'm not going to shower today and i'm going to eat a lot of quiche and watch three movies...