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Today is a day of remembering why I more or less stopped drinking. I'm so hung over I can't even see straight. Why?
Made plans to visit with Daphne and Katie, two of my oldest friends; Daphne and I were OMG BEST BUDS 4EVER from second grade up until sophomore year in high school, when we immediately became too cool to sleep in the same bed and tickle each other and all that shit. It took me three HOURS to get there, and I had to transfer to three TOTALLY DIFFERENT public transit systems. Transportation from the suburbs to the city is kind of crap; gets SLIGHTLY better when you're in town but it can still get confusing. Also made an idiotic mistake that took me five stops out of my way, and five stops is a considerable double back on BART.
Their apartment is fucking AMAZING, it was literally something out of my dreams of living in the city as a little 'un (even then I knew I had to have the alternakid lifestyle). They live in one of those Victorian houses you see so often in SF, split up into four separate apartments only a couple of blocks from the Castro where it meets the Haight. Walking distance from shops, bars, etc.
Catching up with those girls was great; I haven't really seen them for at least a year and there is a lot of exciting stuff going on in their lives. Daphne is probably going to end up saving the world, I kid you not. She's active doing so much volunteer work it makes my head spin, while balancing training for riding competitions and her job at the same time.
We ended up just hanging out at their apartment, doing some chores, watching the best movie EVER (a PBS special on MOTHERFUCKING CHICKENS and the people who love them, many of whom seem to love them biblically), and then went out bar hopping for a couple hours. They have a lot of beer bars around, and a carazy faux punk place called Molotov's, which was hilarious because it was filled with punkers who seemed to think it was 1977 and the Sex Pistols were about to smash their faces in. I stayed there last night even though there was only one bed for all three of us (HAWTTTTTTTTTTTT) and then Daph took me in this morning when she went to her riding lesson. My phone ran out of batteries while I was there so I had to have it off during most of this debauchery, but I did manage to send in a drunkenly mispelled text message to Jimmy seconds before it beeped angrily and shut itself off.
Then this morning Mom bought me breakfast and we had an awesomely aggravating conversation about Candida, which is some weird problem with yeast being too prolific in your system and which causes every ailment under the sun, from colds to AIDS, according to her.
SO THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO.
Made plans to visit with Daphne and Katie, two of my oldest friends; Daphne and I were OMG BEST BUDS 4EVER from second grade up until sophomore year in high school, when we immediately became too cool to sleep in the same bed and tickle each other and all that shit. It took me three HOURS to get there, and I had to transfer to three TOTALLY DIFFERENT public transit systems. Transportation from the suburbs to the city is kind of crap; gets SLIGHTLY better when you're in town but it can still get confusing. Also made an idiotic mistake that took me five stops out of my way, and five stops is a considerable double back on BART.
Their apartment is fucking AMAZING, it was literally something out of my dreams of living in the city as a little 'un (even then I knew I had to have the alternakid lifestyle). They live in one of those Victorian houses you see so often in SF, split up into four separate apartments only a couple of blocks from the Castro where it meets the Haight. Walking distance from shops, bars, etc.
Catching up with those girls was great; I haven't really seen them for at least a year and there is a lot of exciting stuff going on in their lives. Daphne is probably going to end up saving the world, I kid you not. She's active doing so much volunteer work it makes my head spin, while balancing training for riding competitions and her job at the same time.
We ended up just hanging out at their apartment, doing some chores, watching the best movie EVER (a PBS special on MOTHERFUCKING CHICKENS and the people who love them, many of whom seem to love them biblically), and then went out bar hopping for a couple hours. They have a lot of beer bars around, and a carazy faux punk place called Molotov's, which was hilarious because it was filled with punkers who seemed to think it was 1977 and the Sex Pistols were about to smash their faces in. I stayed there last night even though there was only one bed for all three of us (HAWTTTTTTTTTTTT) and then Daph took me in this morning when she went to her riding lesson. My phone ran out of batteries while I was there so I had to have it off during most of this debauchery, but I did manage to send in a drunkenly mispelled text message to Jimmy seconds before it beeped angrily and shut itself off.
Then this morning Mom bought me breakfast and we had an awesomely aggravating conversation about Candida, which is some weird problem with yeast being too prolific in your system and which causes every ailment under the sun, from colds to AIDS, according to her.
SO THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN UP TO.