"I don't trust statistics... half the time."
Apart from a new-type Girlfriend, this month has seen a couple other events/changes/goings on.
As I put it to my brother's friends: Get a girlfriend, clean the bathroom, grow my hair out, you know how it goes.
Also, though, new roommate. Kevin the Wonder Wacker is moving the ef out back to petaluma, his town of birth. From there, his plans are to move in with his old friend Dylan in Brooklyn, New York City. Good luck to him, he'll need it. Anyhoo, new roommate trials were quite quite interesting. Sifting through the hundred or so responses (in a matter of hours on a sunday night) to Garen's craigslist post describing us and the house, we whittled the pool of applicants to about 25. We told them all to come through at 8:30 pm to check out the room to be opening (my room) and then 9:30 to Toronado for the true test. Since it was just me and Gio for a while before Garen actually got there, the way he tells it is "I walked into the back room of Toronado to see Aaron, Gio, and 15 people I'd never seen before in my life." So we chatted, played games, judged silently (in my case) and outrightly (in Garen and Fran's case). The next day we settled on a young man, Brenden - cool guy, fun, funny, smart, and he HAS A PUPPY. Not so much a puppy as a medium sized, full grown Alaskan Husky. Puppy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He moves in Jan 1st. Party for Kevin leaving.
Less interestingly, the pipe band fundraiser went well enough. After a food poisoning-based bedding of our drum major, it was up to Jesse, a 15 year old prodigy and I to play 6 tunes we were less than comfortable with. Thankfully, Chuck the drum major showed up 5 minutes before we were due on and we made it through fine. Then we all got drunk. A lot. The best part, though, is that the couple weeks before the event set the precedence for pipe band pub crawls: The Drunken Paddywagon. A money maker on a good night, a chance to feel like a rock star in a kilt on a bad night. So I look forward to that happening again.
I may start tending bar at Madrone Lounge, where I now just barback. If it pans out, a semi - healthy source of income / slightly more foot in the door.
Santacon. Also billed as Santarchy, an event in december where, as it was described to me, hundreds of san franciscans don their gay apparel and terrorize the city. So Garen, his homie Ian and I, besuited as Kris Kringle himself, rode the train to pier 39, pulling from the flask at 10:30 in the Ante Meridian. After a herky-jerky start, (apparently one group of santas took the ferry and BART to oakland - fuck that we said, met a couple people who informed us a Santa Splinter Faction was meeting at hooters. So we awayed), we met 300 or so santas of all walks of life. Hacidic Santas, Bah Humbug Santas, Santa Rabbis, black santas, white santas, asian, brown, and so on. There was a group of santas who played clarinet and accordion at every bar at which we stopped, journey, queenn, assorted 80's ballads and buttrock galore.
The bar stops were not the highlight, as it was hundreds of santas in woolen suites crammed in a relatively tight area...and why buy a drink when we all had backup anyway? However, the same cannot be said for terrorizing Fisherman's Wharf, The Rainforest cafe, Financial District and Union Square. I hadn't seen anything (or been a part of anything) like 300 Drunken Santas running up and down the escalators in the 5 story Macy's in Union Square. The chants were my personal favorite.
"Hell no, we won't Ho!"
"What do we want?!" "HO!" "When do we want it?!" "HO!!"
"No Santa, no peace!!!"
Rousing the immediate crowd with a round of "Jingle Bell Rock" or "Santa Clause is coming to town" also pretty badass.
Zeitgeist at 7, drunken stop at blockbuster, ("May I ask why you're dressed as Santa?" "No you may Not. Bachelor party.") home by 8, passed on the bean bag, hot fuzz playing in front of us by 9.
Great Saturday. Sunday work in the morning not so rocking, but that's another story.
Not a bad set of events in my recent past. Queens of the Stone Age on the horizon, Nutcracker, Work, Work, Work. Crazy ideas, incaseof.com, saving. Oh yeah, remember rent? *remembers*
As I put it to my brother's friends: Get a girlfriend, clean the bathroom, grow my hair out, you know how it goes.
Also, though, new roommate. Kevin the Wonder Wacker is moving the ef out back to petaluma, his town of birth. From there, his plans are to move in with his old friend Dylan in Brooklyn, New York City. Good luck to him, he'll need it. Anyhoo, new roommate trials were quite quite interesting. Sifting through the hundred or so responses (in a matter of hours on a sunday night) to Garen's craigslist post describing us and the house, we whittled the pool of applicants to about 25. We told them all to come through at 8:30 pm to check out the room to be opening (my room) and then 9:30 to Toronado for the true test. Since it was just me and Gio for a while before Garen actually got there, the way he tells it is "I walked into the back room of Toronado to see Aaron, Gio, and 15 people I'd never seen before in my life." So we chatted, played games, judged silently (in my case) and outrightly (in Garen and Fran's case). The next day we settled on a young man, Brenden - cool guy, fun, funny, smart, and he HAS A PUPPY. Not so much a puppy as a medium sized, full grown Alaskan Husky. Puppy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He moves in Jan 1st. Party for Kevin leaving.
Less interestingly, the pipe band fundraiser went well enough. After a food poisoning-based bedding of our drum major, it was up to Jesse, a 15 year old prodigy and I to play 6 tunes we were less than comfortable with. Thankfully, Chuck the drum major showed up 5 minutes before we were due on and we made it through fine. Then we all got drunk. A lot. The best part, though, is that the couple weeks before the event set the precedence for pipe band pub crawls: The Drunken Paddywagon. A money maker on a good night, a chance to feel like a rock star in a kilt on a bad night. So I look forward to that happening again.
I may start tending bar at Madrone Lounge, where I now just barback. If it pans out, a semi - healthy source of income / slightly more foot in the door.
Santacon. Also billed as Santarchy, an event in december where, as it was described to me, hundreds of san franciscans don their gay apparel and terrorize the city. So Garen, his homie Ian and I, besuited as Kris Kringle himself, rode the train to pier 39, pulling from the flask at 10:30 in the Ante Meridian. After a herky-jerky start, (apparently one group of santas took the ferry and BART to oakland - fuck that we said, met a couple people who informed us a Santa Splinter Faction was meeting at hooters. So we awayed), we met 300 or so santas of all walks of life. Hacidic Santas, Bah Humbug Santas, Santa Rabbis, black santas, white santas, asian, brown, and so on. There was a group of santas who played clarinet and accordion at every bar at which we stopped, journey, queenn, assorted 80's ballads and buttrock galore.
The bar stops were not the highlight, as it was hundreds of santas in woolen suites crammed in a relatively tight area...and why buy a drink when we all had backup anyway? However, the same cannot be said for terrorizing Fisherman's Wharf, The Rainforest cafe, Financial District and Union Square. I hadn't seen anything (or been a part of anything) like 300 Drunken Santas running up and down the escalators in the 5 story Macy's in Union Square. The chants were my personal favorite.
"Hell no, we won't Ho!"
"What do we want?!" "HO!" "When do we want it?!" "HO!!"
"No Santa, no peace!!!"
Rousing the immediate crowd with a round of "Jingle Bell Rock" or "Santa Clause is coming to town" also pretty badass.
Zeitgeist at 7, drunken stop at blockbuster, ("May I ask why you're dressed as Santa?" "No you may Not. Bachelor party.") home by 8, passed on the bean bag, hot fuzz playing in front of us by 9.
Great Saturday. Sunday work in the morning not so rocking, but that's another story.
Not a bad set of events in my recent past. Queens of the Stone Age on the horizon, Nutcracker, Work, Work, Work. Crazy ideas, incaseof.com, saving. Oh yeah, remember rent? *remembers*