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Frick and frack
This past weekend was exhausting and whirlwindy but in a good way. Too much food, too much wine, too much running around. The only low point was visiting TA�s father, but that�s always the low-point, right? Anytime you visit a homeless-looking unwashed drunk, it�s bound to be a bummer. Seeing TA�s 94 year-old grandmother in a �home� filled with drooly invalids was better�BETTER!�just to give you an idea� I repeat: drooly invalids + decrepit old ladies muttering to themselves = better than visiting your boyfriend�s not yet 70 year old father. Ok, moving on: on Friday, we hung out with friends at Frjtz while another friend Dj�d. Closed the place down then headed over to Absinthe for nightcaps. Man, that place is such a first date kind of place! I don�t know how else to describe it. Lots of tentative-looking couples drinking carefully and trying to stay on the good side of the candlelight. When the lights came on at 2 am, I was so surprised! It�s nice when that happens, especially if you�re with really great friends, yammering about complete nonsense and laughing your ass off. Example: one of my friends entertained us with his tale of meeting the Fab Five in Vegas and of scoring major points with all of them until�UNTIL!�he drank so much he was attacked by a posse of Hoochiemamas on the dancefloor and collapsed under a disco ball at Studio 54. On Saturday we sold the rest of our cds at Amoeba and racked up almost $600�s worth of credit thus ensuring that every single relative and friend will be receiving cds from me as gifts for as long as I live. The grand total, in case you are about to run and grab your calculator, is $1019.15. As stated previously, full retail would have been much more, but isn�t it better to have those 6 cubic feet of free space back? Yes, I say. Sat afternoon we hung out with OlderSister and some other friends and had a wonderful picnic at the Ferry Building. Ate some Recchiuti chocolate and was only truly impressed by one. We did eat some Cowgirl cheese that rocked, and of course a pain epi from Acme that was the perfect accompaniment. That evening, a friend of my parents took us to dinner and I ate 4 oysters (the best of which was a Coromandel from New Zealand�it tasted like a bracing dip in the ocean,) a salad and an entire Dungeness crab swimming in a pool of butter+thyme+pepper. Talk about feeling fat! By the time Sunday rolled around and we were packed into the car for our drive to Aptos, I was a beaten shell of myself. I was tired and cranky and didn�t want to spend time with TA�s boorish father, listening to him say a two words about the weather, about his stupid orange cat, about his Navy or Stanford days� He says nothing! He doesn�t ask us about what we�re doing, he doesn�t ask about his son�s graduate work, NOTHING! Even my selfish parents feign interest in what�s happening with us. They at least fake it. We even pepper TA�s father with questions, and he either grunts or answers in monosyllables. The other F-word I don�t like sometimes: family. Ugh.
3:58 p.m. - 2006-08-01
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