We had another wildly successful weekend. We've been on a winning streak here lately, and it doesn't look to end anytime soon. Friday found us guzzling beers at Uptown's, in the Mission. My friend Kellam was in town. She has the unparalleled quality of making everything fun, even a mexican late night restaurant at 3am. She thought her friend Klover was standing with two cute guys, finding out to her chagrin after a hard slap to the ass that it was in fact, some random girl from Monterrey. Oops! Of course, Brock started talking to the girl immediately (nice save!) and ended up with her digits. She is an anchor woman on a local news channel down there...maybe you've seen her? Some homeless guy tried to get in a fight with me as Brock and I waited for the late-nite Muni on Divisidaro & Haight. Surreal. That didn't stop us from drinking Tecates in coozies on the bus, smashed like sardines with the highs & lows of the late night. Some girl guessed that I was from North Carolina, and Brock and I stayed up watching Home Movies until I was finally awoken by Rachel's two alarm clocks. She, unfortunately, was not even roused by their 13 decibel volume.
Saturday was the day to get some rock posters framed. About $200 later, I had black frames for my Southern Culture on the Skids poster and my Sonic Youth poster. I have a white frame, red matte custom for a Wilco poster on the way. That was the bulk of the cost. Forget that custom framing business! But, my personal insane asylum-ish walls felt more like my room once they were all up. Saturday night was more Kellam & Klover & drinking in the Mission. Bender's was the location for tonight's, well, I won't even make the bad pun. Met lots of people, which I'm still getting used to. At 23 (and before), its fun to meet new people. At 27, not so much. Being the 'new person that is being met', well, it sucks. Especially when you aren't a Brock who can charm, charm, charm his way into your heart. Where ya from, whatcha do, where ya live can only get so much mileage, and now that I'm not behind a big, thick, wooden bar, its tough to escape when I don't know the next step. But, when I got beat-down in football practice by the huge center, all you can do is get back up. I find that I always end up liking the girls that I thought sucked at first. So maybe, I shouldn't try to hold interesting conversations. Man, its so much different when you're just an ordinary person (not a bartender, not someone who knows someone). So, being one of the regulars, well, that's taking some getting used to. But, I'm learning. I digress. The night went well, had lots of laughs, and ended up face down in my pillow after a hilarious cab ride, a recounting of Jer's great comment about Mrs. Business, and wrestling Brock for way too long.
Sunday. Tar Heels. Beat Duke. Nuff said.
Fun afternoon, but I always get so fucking anxious on Sundays. I don't need to be reminded that I'm not doing what I really want to be doing. But I will. Few more paychecks, get my head above water, and I will. I promise. But I do need to do it.
