Happy birthday to me. The big 29. Yay. Didn’t have to work, though. Planned: Go to dentist, go to music store and see about fixing my 2-octave chromatic harmonica, buy a CD or two, have an incredibly good dinner, see a movie. Accomplished: Went to music store (they didn’t know anything), ate a Togo’s sandwich, […]
I was supposed to meet someone in the city at a jazz thing. I appeared there at 7:40, didn’t see my would-be host until 9:30. I am way too patient. As soon as I saw him, I split. I headed home to Mountain View, hoping to get into Lime Light (I just wanted to get […]
Thought I’d check out StopSpot, which happens to inhabit the same space as staple. For some reason, I had very little energy and was actually considering not going. It wasn’t too bad, actually. I had a good time, though not as fun a time as I had at Staple. I think I was too tired […]
I saw it on sfraves, and just had to check it out. Staple was insanely cool. First, the cover was four bucks, as opposed to the fifteen they charge at other venues. The DJ was spinning some seriously cool house. It was a beautiful time. The dancefloor was much less annoying, in terms of size […]
I went to Il Pirata again. This time, CloudFactory put on “Deluge”, a monthly shindig. The natives were very very friendly at Deluge. I didn’t think I could dance so much to drum & bass. It started out with some progressive house/trance, meandered through hours of drum & bass / jungle, and ended up downtempo. […]
Damn. Lime Light was a blast. The DJ needs a little help, but other than that, it was a seriously sweaty evening. The twelve or thirteen women I danced with (they came up to me—imagine that!) never attempted, individually or collectively, to take me home and steal my renewed virtue. They were spectacular, though, and […]
The Usual reminded me tonight of why I hated the soulless pathetic pansy-boy bullshit they urinated into mainstream music in the mid-80s—new wave. Why I paid five bucks to get in, I have no idea. I spent fifteen minutes there (I had a blast last time on funk/house/disco night). I headed across the street to […]
Company post-holiday party. Since I am officially an employee of my company, I felt obligated to go. Chinese buffet, nothing edible (except steamed rice) for überveg boy. There were a bunch of speeches, followed by a “say-something-that-will-earn-you-suckup-points” speechfest, where one guy would give the whole “I can’t believe I’m working in such a spectacular team” […]
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