long time no limo
A couple of weeks ago, I was back in the Bay Area. That Thursday night, I went to a bachelor party for Chris P. He was up in the Bay Area doing some work that day, and his coworkers (some of whom organized the surprise party) had him go outside to help move some boxes. There was an oversized limo waiting when he got downstairs, and inside the limo was his brother (who flew out here from Harvard for the party)!
Everybody piled in and they went to the Antonio's Nuthouse in Palo Alto to meet up with a bunch of us. I always love drinking at the Nuthouse on a weekend afternoon when the working stiffs are at work. The crowd consisted of our group, and the Nuthouse regulars and degenerates at the bar. Some categories overlap, of course. There's not a place in Palo Alto I like drinking more, though that's not saying much.
Chris's brother was wondering if he should spend several weeks in Spain after he graduated. I asked him what the alternative would be. He said it would be to do nothing. So I (and everyone else he asked) told him to go to Spain. You can still do nothing there and have a good time. Or so I've heard.
If you read Achewood on a regular basis, you may notice that some of the graphics are being served from Assetbar. Since Onstad and some of the Assetbar people were in attendance, there was a brief discussion of server load throughout the week. "We noticed that there was a big drop-off right before 10pm when _Lost_ is about to come on." So I never got an Achewood T-shirt because I'm a procrastinator, but I was talking about the shirts with some people a while back (maybe with Crane and Eugene?). IIRC, Crane said that the Chochacho shirt was a big seller (Crane helps Onstad out with Achewood stuff, so he'd know the numbers.) But Eugene said that this might not be too much of a surprise, since Chochacho is a common on-line alias. There was also a brief discussion about the shirt that says "I'm the Guy Who Sucks" on the front and "Plus I Got Depression" on the back. They agreed that it was a bad shirt to wear with a jacket, because people would only see the front and not the punchline on the back. Besides, you're not supposed to joke about depression, so I don't think I will be getting that T-shirt.
After a few drinks at the Nuthouse, we all got into the limo and drove up to Alembic in San Francisco. There was a bit of a scare when the limo had to hit the brakes and we fell into each other's laps, but fortunately there were no injuries. Some people had to piss so we got the driver to pull off the highway near Monster Park so people could do their thing.
Matty Lafond was already there when we got there; I talked to him briefly about Nutmeg Pride. He's from Connecticut originally, and last year when I was crashing at his and Chris's place for ESCARGOT, Lafond kept riffing about Nutmeg Pride. Interestingly, there are a couple of hits for "Nutmeg Pride" if you do a google search. The food at Alembic was very good. We got some lamb burgers and rabbit spaetzle. I didn't know what a spaetzle was, but they had me at rabbit. The other food (which I don't remember now) was good too, as were the fancy cocktails that I've never had before.
Later we went to two other places but everybody was getting hammered. The limo then took some of us back to Palo Alto. Fortunately nobody puked in the recessed compartments where you can put ice or booze -- something like that happened at a bachelor party Jacob Young went to, and he had to sit next to the vomit for the whole limo ride back. Some people were pretty sick the following afternoon though.
Everybody piled in and they went to the Antonio's Nuthouse in Palo Alto to meet up with a bunch of us. I always love drinking at the Nuthouse on a weekend afternoon when the working stiffs are at work. The crowd consisted of our group, and the Nuthouse regulars and degenerates at the bar. Some categories overlap, of course. There's not a place in Palo Alto I like drinking more, though that's not saying much.
Chris's brother was wondering if he should spend several weeks in Spain after he graduated. I asked him what the alternative would be. He said it would be to do nothing. So I (and everyone else he asked) told him to go to Spain. You can still do nothing there and have a good time. Or so I've heard.
If you read Achewood on a regular basis, you may notice that some of the graphics are being served from Assetbar. Since Onstad and some of the Assetbar people were in attendance, there was a brief discussion of server load throughout the week. "We noticed that there was a big drop-off right before 10pm when _Lost_ is about to come on." So I never got an Achewood T-shirt because I'm a procrastinator, but I was talking about the shirts with some people a while back (maybe with Crane and Eugene?). IIRC, Crane said that the Chochacho shirt was a big seller (Crane helps Onstad out with Achewood stuff, so he'd know the numbers.) But Eugene said that this might not be too much of a surprise, since Chochacho is a common on-line alias. There was also a brief discussion about the shirt that says "I'm the Guy Who Sucks" on the front and "Plus I Got Depression" on the back. They agreed that it was a bad shirt to wear with a jacket, because people would only see the front and not the punchline on the back. Besides, you're not supposed to joke about depression, so I don't think I will be getting that T-shirt.
After a few drinks at the Nuthouse, we all got into the limo and drove up to Alembic in San Francisco. There was a bit of a scare when the limo had to hit the brakes and we fell into each other's laps, but fortunately there were no injuries. Some people had to piss so we got the driver to pull off the highway near Monster Park so people could do their thing.
Matty Lafond was already there when we got there; I talked to him briefly about Nutmeg Pride. He's from Connecticut originally, and last year when I was crashing at his and Chris's place for ESCARGOT, Lafond kept riffing about Nutmeg Pride. Interestingly, there are a couple of hits for "Nutmeg Pride" if you do a google search. The food at Alembic was very good. We got some lamb burgers and rabbit spaetzle. I didn't know what a spaetzle was, but they had me at rabbit. The other food (which I don't remember now) was good too, as were the fancy cocktails that I've never had before.
Later we went to two other places but everybody was getting hammered. The limo then took some of us back to Palo Alto. Fortunately nobody puked in the recessed compartments where you can put ice or booze -- something like that happened at a bachelor party Jacob Young went to, and he had to sit next to the vomit for the whole limo ride back. Some people were pretty sick the following afternoon though.