i don't know...

the weekend was kind of amazing...it's sort of a blur at this point. but...

highlights maybe?

1. 4th of July...

Dolores Park was busted, cops kicking people out for BBQ'ing (on the 4th!) and drinking (on the 4th!). so my brother and i Alamo Square'd it with Emma and Steve H. and Brenda. Emma kept talking about some girl "who drank Drano and survived..." as an analogy for something, i didn't get it...it was cold, i was wearing shorts and it was cold. i showed off my ridiculously buff calf muscles. friends ooh and awwd...Steve O. had forgotten about the big black man at Aunt Charlie's who was yelling across the bar at him "no sex! i have a big bed! i need a 5 spot! take my money! i want a big bed! let me buy you beers!" Brenda got all fancy and pulled out the plastic ice cubes and a Bordeaux wine glass for her Cab. Holy Cats that's a lady! and then...

2. walked to James's new apartment with the Alamo Square crew for beers and patio'ing. some other girl came over but i forget her name. she was from Southern California by way of the mid-west. we talked about bicycles and underwear. James's roommate Mark came home, we talked about music and touristas. Mark has tables in his living room, Mark drinks a wonderful swampy looking tea and is British and is a scientist and knows a lot about fruit flies and alcoholism. Mark also DJ's, hence the tables, hence my joy. and then...

3. i bounced to Greg P.'s party on Haight and Pierce. Armand and Steve O. and a ghetto blaster awaited my arrival. i drank beers and snatched free rock pins and smiled and sang along as a gaggle of hefty chicks drunkenly belted Bon Jovi songs from the stoop. some girl came up to me and Armand and Steve O. on the street, she was flirting, Armand threw her a sour face and she ran off. i chastised Armand, Armand got pretty defensive for a moment, and then he relaxed. Steve O. and i went to the backyard by way of a subterranean tunnel filled with vampire bats and PVC pipes and dirt mounds and homeless women...when we finally emerged on the other side there were stale burger patties and stale burger buns and crusty catsup waiting for us. we ate them and some chips and half a hot dog, there were no utensils so we used corn chips as spoons to eat potato salad. hella gurp. i left the party...

4. to go to my friend Sharon's photo show at D-Structure. there was some kind of weird Alkaline Trio listening party going on when i got there and it sort of freaked me out and i was confused but i didn't really pay much attention to it so i was okay. and then the show got started, and i said what's up to Sharon and Kevin and Tory and Zik and Tamsen. i was pretty drunk at this point so i just sort of started pouring my own drinks behind the bar which soon led to me being mistaken for a bartender which led to me pouring drinks for other people as well. and then i never stopped and i became the bartender of the party. it was a lot of fun and it was packed and i got a lot of smiles and people were looking at me like i knew what i was doing, i felt like Matthew at the Castle only in a good mood with a good vibe. i think i'm a flirty bartender, very winky emoticon'y. when the supplies started running low i poured drinks like sake and ginger ale, blegh...i don't know, maybe this is an actual drink, but it was pretty foul. but anyway, once i started pouring "sake gingers" people started ordering sake gingers, people were shitty...i think stuff just tasted like liquid at this point, people didn't care what was in it, as long as it packed some Japanese-American punch...i was making them strong. the whole party was pretty swerved. Scott La Rockwell took lots of photos that i'm sure are forthcoming somewhere (D-Structure blog/ flickr). peolpe danced, people flirted, people looked at art, people watched videos, people hooked up, people met, people did the people'ish things people do on the 4th...oh yeah, Sharon's show is pretty fantastic. i didn't actually look at it the night of the opening, i forgot! but i went back yesterday to take a proper look and hang with Sharon for a while. it's a damn good show, you should go, it's up for a month. give her freelance work! she needs rent!

5. and then the entire street was lit up in smoke and everyone on the block was in a good mood (except for those retards on the roof at Fillmore and Haight shooting bottle rockets at people's heads, well i guess *they* were in a good mood but not the people getting their eardrums popped). and then there's a really funny story about my roommate and crack cocaine but maybe i won't tell that one here. it's funny though, no one did crack, but there was crack involved. haha. ha. heh. and then the next day...

6. i woke up kind of late and went skating in GG Park at the De Young (acid drop stage!) and then the Panhandle basketball courts and then got a call from my friend Sophia who was down in Dolores Park with the homies drinking beers...so i rallied Brett and Reily and Mike and my Brother and we mashed down to Dolores for beers and sun and reunions. me and Brett and Reily talked a lot about butthole waxing and "skin flaps" and dirty scalps and Oklahoma...Sofia took a break from dominoes to show me her new "Until We Meet Again" tattoo and pretty soon the sun was setting and we were all in a great mood so we said our goodbyes to Sofia and friends and headed back to the neighborhood where we ran into Roxy and Theo and Nicole and Emma at Molotov's...this is the part where we lost James to Emma and Molotov's so onward Brett and me and Reily and Mike to Beanbag for more beers and pasta...and then Reily and Mike want to talk about girls so we talk about girls for a long time...and i think Reily has some questionable taste but whatever...and then we leave for my place and run into my roommate Jon (i love my hood, did i say that already?) who is on his way to some kind of show of some kind, Jon on the go...and then at my place...

7. we crack more beers and i put on a freaking sweatshirt cause now it's cold and i've been in a t-shirt the whole night and slap on records...and it's fun because i have a captive, attentive audience who wants a set...so i let Reily pick a bunch of records for me to mix and he chose some really good stuff like: Nas, Wu-Tang, Rogue Wave, The Beatles, Mos Def, The Mama's and the Papa's, Scarub, Diana Ross and some other stuff i can't remember that was really hard to mix into a set...so we had a nice late evening listening to records and smoking stogs and goofing off and talking about movies and burritos and girls again and San Francisco and horses and costumes and playing the drums and astral projection and North Beach and shrooms and then Mike grabbed the yoga ball and wouldn't put it down and knocked over some shit but i didn't mind because nothing broke or got spilled and then...

8. i bounced down to Molotov's to meet up with Tory and Justin and Jose for beers...ran into Kay who i think i kind of ignored, sorry Kay! and then i had had enough...my body was skateboard tired and beer/sun fatigued and i was sort of all talked out...so i went home for some shut eye...

9. Sunday morning was spent lazily at Bean There drinking coffee and reading Plot By Claudia Rankine...and then i skated around the neighborhood and ate a big beautiful ballsy tuna salad and then off to D-Structure to meet up with Sharon and take a look at her show. while i was D-Structure i read Kanye West's new self help book, no joke, he has a self help book (holler Brandon!)...it's a quick read, the font's in like 56 point, maybe 20 words (max) per page, maybe 40 pages max as a book...it was pretty funny, he talks a lot about "using people" vs.. ab-using/ mis-using people...it was retardedly amazing, Kanye's all about using people to get ahead, homeboy's honest...and then i ran into Nicole
again at Steiner and Haight who grabbed me off my skateboard and introduced me to her Greek dad
...i was all "yassou" and he said "yassou" and i said "santorini" and he said "beautiful" and i said "lot's of married women there" and he said "lot's of women there" and i said "nice to meet you" and then i was rolling down the street again heading home to drink white wine and watch The Constant Gardener (B+) and go to bed reading Dodie Bellamy's Academonia sort of anticipating my early morning wake up for SPD reunion (hello money again, hello salary again, i'm broke!)...it was a wonderful, flurry of a weekend...

tonight i'm meeting up with Brett and Reily and Mike and some people i don't know at Waziema's for pool playing and vodka sapping...and then Casanova's for Sharon's bon voyage back to Brooklyn send off...

...currently listening to Wilco Being There...