Weekend Update
[mood|
pleased]
I just arrived home from a pleasant evening at the Riptide bar in San Francisco, where Brett and Russell spun some groovy records at Spinout. Despite the small and intimate crowd, everyone had a fun time just chatting and dancing. There was no pretension whatsoever unlike other clubs. I met up with Eric and Ami, who arrived earlier in the afternoon. We planned to ride the BART together but I canceled because of my HAIR! Since my stylist instructed me to wait 72 hours before washing my hair, I decided to wait until 4:30 P.M. Obviously, I did not want to delay Eric and Ami's plans, who preferred to leave Oakland at 4:00 PM. Thus, I told them that I would meet them later in the evening. I finally washed my hair at 3:00 PM while experiencing an overwhelming sense of anxiety and trepidation. As I lathered the shampoo, I nervously wondered, "What if the waves come back?" Fortunately, my hair remained exceptionally straight. I blow-dried it without a curling brush and it is still straight! I love my hair!!! When I arrived at the Riptide, Eric and Ami suspected that I wore a wig because my hair seems longer than ever.
Anyway, everyone ordered food from Brother's Pizza next door but I declined since I felt stuffed after eating a crummy lunch at Olive Garden. At one point, a crazy older man wearing a track suit sat near Ami and I and yelled in our ear about something "STUPID". While riding on the L Taraval Muni, a mentally ill man singled me out and revealed his life story. Is there a flashing neon sign that hangs over my head that reads SHRINK? Whenever Ami discussed a certain topic, this man interrupted and explained his entire drug, judicial, and social history. Did I mention that he served two prison sentences for attempted murder? How about his theory regarding Scott Peterson? According to this guy, Laci Peterson went boating with Scott but accidentally fell and hit her head. Scott Peterson reacted in fear since he knew that no one would believe him. Thus, he threw his wife's body into the ocean. Mark Geragos, where are you? Mr. Psycho has presented the 67th alibi for Laci Peterson's death. Can you believe that I learned all this information on a 10 minute Muni ride?
Needless to say, I am exhausted especially since I woke up early this morning to check out the toy show in Hayward. A large majority of the vendors also attended the San Jose toy show on Saturday, so the selection failed to pique my interest. Fortunately, I saved my money on both days and restrained myself. I think the fact that I woke up with a dent in my hair hampered my mood. Plus, the fact that I parked in a muddy soccer field, which soiled my mary jane shoes when I exited my car, ruined my day. The bent hair devastated me since Catherine warned me to avoid any object or activity that could potentially imprint my newly straightened hair. Unfortunately, my sleeping pattern formed a large crease in the front. I frantically called my stylist all day for advice. The owner of the salon informed me that the first washing will remove the flaw. However, I wanted to talk my stylist but she neglected to return my call. I tried to distract myself by shopping at the Oak Ridge Mall and eating a yummy lunch at BJ's but to no avail. My mom and sister suggested that I go to the salon and directly ask for help. Smart move! Catherine flat ironed my hair again for free because quite a few dents surfaced due to my sleep movements. She also reassured me that the dents were not permanent since the gist of the treatment occurred on Thursday. Catherine was right! When I stepped out of the shower, no dents could be found.
All's well that ends well!
pleased]
I just arrived home from a pleasant evening at the Riptide bar in San Francisco, where Brett and Russell spun some groovy records at Spinout. Despite the small and intimate crowd, everyone had a fun time just chatting and dancing. There was no pretension whatsoever unlike other clubs. I met up with Eric and Ami, who arrived earlier in the afternoon. We planned to ride the BART together but I canceled because of my HAIR! Since my stylist instructed me to wait 72 hours before washing my hair, I decided to wait until 4:30 P.M. Obviously, I did not want to delay Eric and Ami's plans, who preferred to leave Oakland at 4:00 PM. Thus, I told them that I would meet them later in the evening. I finally washed my hair at 3:00 PM while experiencing an overwhelming sense of anxiety and trepidation. As I lathered the shampoo, I nervously wondered, "What if the waves come back?" Fortunately, my hair remained exceptionally straight. I blow-dried it without a curling brush and it is still straight! I love my hair!!! When I arrived at the Riptide, Eric and Ami suspected that I wore a wig because my hair seems longer than ever.
Anyway, everyone ordered food from Brother's Pizza next door but I declined since I felt stuffed after eating a crummy lunch at Olive Garden. At one point, a crazy older man wearing a track suit sat near Ami and I and yelled in our ear about something "STUPID". While riding on the L Taraval Muni, a mentally ill man singled me out and revealed his life story. Is there a flashing neon sign that hangs over my head that reads SHRINK? Whenever Ami discussed a certain topic, this man interrupted and explained his entire drug, judicial, and social history. Did I mention that he served two prison sentences for attempted murder? How about his theory regarding Scott Peterson? According to this guy, Laci Peterson went boating with Scott but accidentally fell and hit her head. Scott Peterson reacted in fear since he knew that no one would believe him. Thus, he threw his wife's body into the ocean. Mark Geragos, where are you? Mr. Psycho has presented the 67th alibi for Laci Peterson's death. Can you believe that I learned all this information on a 10 minute Muni ride?
Needless to say, I am exhausted especially since I woke up early this morning to check out the toy show in Hayward. A large majority of the vendors also attended the San Jose toy show on Saturday, so the selection failed to pique my interest. Fortunately, I saved my money on both days and restrained myself. I think the fact that I woke up with a dent in my hair hampered my mood. Plus, the fact that I parked in a muddy soccer field, which soiled my mary jane shoes when I exited my car, ruined my day. The bent hair devastated me since Catherine warned me to avoid any object or activity that could potentially imprint my newly straightened hair. Unfortunately, my sleeping pattern formed a large crease in the front. I frantically called my stylist all day for advice. The owner of the salon informed me that the first washing will remove the flaw. However, I wanted to talk my stylist but she neglected to return my call. I tried to distract myself by shopping at the Oak Ridge Mall and eating a yummy lunch at BJ's but to no avail. My mom and sister suggested that I go to the salon and directly ask for help. Smart move! Catherine flat ironed my hair again for free because quite a few dents surfaced due to my sleep movements. She also reassured me that the dents were not permanent since the gist of the treatment occurred on Thursday. Catherine was right! When I stepped out of the shower, no dents could be found.
All's well that ends well!