Indepenshiz Day
My three-day weekend began Thursday night with what was supposed to be “just a drink” with Mandypants in the ‘Stro, and that started off at Lime, segued to the new place that has replaced the old Trocadero Transfer–it’s more opened up, with booths, a makeshift dancefloor, and seems just adorable (three stars)–and ended up at the inevitable Trigger, which seems to just be packed and happenin’ every night. Mandy grabbed the boys as they walked by, and a mash-up mix of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’” and Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance” was played that sent us into conniption fits of joy.
Friday, I made the beleaguered mistake of hitting the gym in the morning with a miserable hangover. I got through half of my workout before I began to see spots, and cut it short. I spent the rest of the day doing chores and looking for a microwave, but by God, microwaves are effing expensive.
Saturday was Gideon’s Fourth of July party in the Berkeley Hills. The view from his place was phenomenal, as was the punch, and we all sucked it down while watching fireworks in Berkeley, Oakland, and SF, and shooting the shiz.
I then took what was arguably the most frightening cab ride of my life. Firstly, I declined offers to be driven into the City since I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone, even though I knew it would be a $50 some-odd dollar cab ride. As we got to the on-ramp to the freeway, it had been closed off due to the holiday, so we had to take this alternate route through a dark and ompletely unfamiliar part of the Bay Area. We then headed onto the freeway with bumper to bumper traffic, and my driver kept falling asleep with every stop and go movement. I had visions of us hitting another car (which he nearly did) and being stuck on the freeway, with me tearfully calling a friend, waking them up at the crack, and asking them to pick me up.
But we finally made it back into the City, and I nearly kissed the ground of my apartment as soon as I set foot back on it.
Sunday, the sun went away in the morning, which was just fine by me, as I needed to take a nice long walk and rebalance myself. That of course didn’t stop the Sunday Evening Depression from hitting full force, but no matter. It’s a new week. We’re supposed to go to the friggin’ baseball game at Pac Bell Park for our staff retreat on Wednesday. And I have Monday off.
Cheers ‘n stuff.
