Just Another Saturday Night
D. dragged me out last night to the birthday celebration of a friend of his. Dinner and a show. I dressed up and put on the warpaint for the occasion. I actually wore dark red lipstick, which is a bold move for me since (a) my coloring makes any lipstick look really bright, and (b) I generally don't have the patience to deal with maintaining the lipstick over the course of the night.
First we met up at Kennedy's, a bar in North Beach. It was a singular institution--a sort of Irish pub with an Indian restaurant in part of its interior. The food was good, though the service was abysmal. I couldn't quite figure out if the kitchen was on the premises or if the food was being brought in from a neighboring restaurant.
Then we went to Bimbo's to see Red Meat and Buck Owen and the Buckaroos. I hadn't been to Bimbo's in a long while, and fell in love all over again with the 40s nightclub ambiance. Apparently, very few people in the party had a good understanding of what kind of music we were going to see, and had just signed up to come out and help celebrate the birthday. They were therefore appalled to realize that the show was country. I, however, was in heaven. I would very much have liked to see the show with people who weren't bitching and moaning the whole time; however, since I hadn't paid for the ticket, I'm not going to get too upset over it. One of the birthday boy's friends had bright-white bleached hair and all I could think was "he has Spike hair!".
Too many appletinis and manhattans later, and D. and I had a heated and inconclusive argument on the cab ride home over whether or not the impending collapse of the overextended Chinese banking system would have a wide and lasting impact on history. Today I feel like crap, not at all mentally prepared to meet with my tenants later and possibly renegotiate their rent. I don't want to give them a reduction, but I don't want them to move out, and I'm no good at being a hardass.
I didn't post my thoughts on AtS "Thank You" because I've decided that if it's the end of the Lindsey mini-arc, I hated it, but if it isn't I thought it was a good 100th episode. If that makes any sense. It was too busy, but they always try to cram too much stuff into a 100th episode, and the inclusion of the Doyle tape from Season 1 was a nice remembrance of Glenn Quinn.
First we met up at Kennedy's, a bar in North Beach. It was a singular institution--a sort of Irish pub with an Indian restaurant in part of its interior. The food was good, though the service was abysmal. I couldn't quite figure out if the kitchen was on the premises or if the food was being brought in from a neighboring restaurant.
Then we went to Bimbo's to see Red Meat and Buck Owen and the Buckaroos. I hadn't been to Bimbo's in a long while, and fell in love all over again with the 40s nightclub ambiance. Apparently, very few people in the party had a good understanding of what kind of music we were going to see, and had just signed up to come out and help celebrate the birthday. They were therefore appalled to realize that the show was country. I, however, was in heaven. I would very much have liked to see the show with people who weren't bitching and moaning the whole time; however, since I hadn't paid for the ticket, I'm not going to get too upset over it. One of the birthday boy's friends had bright-white bleached hair and all I could think was "he has Spike hair!".
Too many appletinis and manhattans later, and D. and I had a heated and inconclusive argument on the cab ride home over whether or not the impending collapse of the overextended Chinese banking system would have a wide and lasting impact on history. Today I feel like crap, not at all mentally prepared to meet with my tenants later and possibly renegotiate their rent. I don't want to give them a reduction, but I don't want them to move out, and I'm no good at being a hardass.
I didn't post my thoughts on AtS "Thank You" because I've decided that if it's the end of the Lindsey mini-arc, I hated it, but if it isn't I thought it was a good 100th episode. If that makes any sense. It was too busy, but they always try to cram too much stuff into a 100th episode, and the inclusion of the Doyle tape from Season 1 was a nice remembrance of Glenn Quinn.