I am now officially a local, or something. Today, I went to DMV in Mountain View for three hours, obtaining new license plates (they let me keep my Idaho ones, for sentimental value), and a temporary driver’s license (pending my birth certificate’s arrival). I don’t recognize my car anymore with those bright white plates.
Staple, with Boo Williams and Translucent. The headliners took the decks over an hour early, with the trumpet player spinning and playing his trumpet at the same time. It thrilled me less than others, primarily because I’m a jazz snob. When Boo took the decks, the house was jumping.
Pissed a few people off tonight. Anna was very cute, but seemed to expect something that didn’t happen. And some random chick insulted me, received a harsh retort, and I aggressively ignored her for the rest of the night.
Had too much fun dancing with random strangers. Speaking of random people, Robin from work showed up. I was astonished.
No work on Monday, though. I might have to check some clubs out tomorrow night. Gotta love three-day weekends.
Another fun night at Into the Sound, which featured Simon and Matthew, who spun some very nice house. I danced quite a bit, sang my ass off, and ended up meeting Yasha (jesus, girl is cute), Karen (her friend), and her group, as well as Amy and a few other random cuties. Unfortunately, though, the crowd was rather small. Hopefully, more people start attending the Friday shindig. Just a few more people would be perfect.
Happy Birthday, Jody. You’ve been gone now six years, but we’ll miss you always, especially on your birthday.
Happy Birthday, Brent.
PG&E sucks. They killed the power to my city, like, four times in an hour and a half. You could do that and get away with it, if you were North Dakota Power, or something. But, farting the power in two of the main Silicon Valley communities is incompetence. People here have computers on, you fucking dolts.
I’m particularly miffed because they shitcanned the power while i was in the shower. Grrr.
No way in hell was I gonna miss Jenö at Staple. Danced with Amy, a gorgeous, tall, new england lass, and her delectable friend, Darcy. Sally was there, along with the usual crew of miscreants and ne’er-do-wells, like Patrick, and that regular I always end up dancing near but whose name escapes me (her name is Dana -June 24).
Jenö was beyond belief. Once he took over the decks, it was on. There was way too much fine music, way too many fine women, and it was a fine way to get a really superb workout. Too bad next friday is six entire days away. Heh.
Into the Sound, because payday was Monday and, while I’m still pretty poor, I need to dance. The music was really good, with Simon and Matthew, who played a delicious set of very delicious house music. Sally brought her sister, Stephanie, who was not painful on the eyes, by any stretch of the imagination (whoo). crazy Patrick was, of course, there, along with a plethora of delectable beauties. Can’t wait for tomorrow. Whew.
Staple. Brett Dancer on the 1200s. Jesus Christ. At midnight, when Brett took the tables, he brewed up a storm that had us all breathless at the end of the night. Very beautiful deep house that just kept giving. Surrounded by beautiful people, ample floor space, and the most incredible music, I almost had to crawl back out to my car. Naturally, I forgot to bring a dry shirt. Finish off with a really small order of fries at Denny’s and it wasn’t a bad night overall.
Next Saturday, Jenö is spinning at Staple. You should come out, if you live anywhere in Northern California. Because, like, damn.
Staple. Brett Dancer on the 1200s. Jesus Christ. At midnight, when Brett took the tables, he brewed up a storm that had us all breathless at the end of the night. Very beautiful deep house that just kept giving. Surrounded by beautiful people, ample floor space, and the most incredible music, I almost had to crawl back out to my car. Naturally, I forgot to bring a dry shirt. Finish off with a really small order of fries at Denny’s and it wasn’t a bad night overall.
Next Saturday, Jenö is spinning at Staple. You should come out, if you live anywhere in Northern California. Because, like, damn.
Staple. Brett Dancer on the 1200s. Jesus Christ. At midnight, when Brett took the tables, he brewed up a storm that had us all breathless at the end of the night. Very beautiful deep house that just kept giving. Surrounded by beautiful people, ample floor space, and the most incredible music, I almost had to crawl back out to my car. Naturally, I forgot to bring a dry shirt. Finish off with a really small order of fries at Denny’s and it wasn’t a bad night overall.
Next Saturday, Jenö is spinning at Staple. You should come out, if you live anywhere in Northern California. Because, like, damn.
Yet another Friday night in the penalty box, due to lack of sufficient funds to do anything at all. Hung out with Emmett and his girl, Megan. I drove Emmett around, looking for adventure gear for his paintball thing tomorrow and he loaned me twenty bucks. Sweet. Guess I’ll do Staple tomorrow night (payday is Monday). Perhaps, it’s time to update my resume this evening and sniff out some realistic opportunities. This is getting old very fast.
Another Staple night, thanks to Emmett. He called me up, having taken his girl to the airport and said, “Let’s go to Staple.” Cover tonight was ten bucks, which Emmett got for me (I’ll get him after payday). Alexi Delano was on the decks after midnight, shredding the speakers with his very deep, soulful vocal house. Whoever was running the lights, however, needs to be taken outside and shot. The few lights that were on were extremely dim, just enough that the dance space wasn’t pitch black. Barely.
The music was really cool and I got to hang with Patrick and Geneva again, and met Meredith and Mary, a pair of Australian women. Along with the usual crew of miscreants and house aficionados, there were quite a number of excessively tantalizing young women in attendance, which does nothing for my sanity.
Finished up the night with the most deplorable service in the world (Los Altos Denny’s, of course). Yay.
I’m so broke, I can’t afford to pay attention, much less go out. I’ve got about forty bucks to last until a week from Monday. With dental bills and my low salary, it’s amazing I can fucking afford to eat. Time for me to start sending out some resumes again, maybe get some contract work or a real salary.
Rest in peace, Jody, my sweet little sister. On this day in 1994, she lost her life to a drunk driver twenty days before she’d have graduated from high school, and three weeks to the day before her eighteenth birthday.
As is my custom on May 4, I did not eat anything at all. In tribute to my sister, I fast every May 4. Some of my co-workers couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to eat lunch with them. I explained it, and some of them still didn’t grasp the weight of such a situation.
One more thing, while I’m thinking about it and I have your attention. If you drink and drive ever, I fucking hate you. It’s too bad drunk drivers kill other people. I’d have absolutely no objection if the only people killed by drunk drivers were themselves. Unfortunately, the reverse is true. Drunk drivers almost never get injured or killed in accidents they cause. And that is a fucking tragedy.
Oh, shit. I guess I’m gonna need a root canal on number 2 after all. It’s been hurting alot for the last couple of days and I spent all day in my cubicle, doing my work under the buzzy bliss of a nice painkiller that I’ve had in my medicine chest for a year.
I called my dentist, basically to say “What the fuck?!?” She indicated that I had three options: immediate root canal ($960), emergency pulpectomy ($275 up front + $960 later), or extraction ($275). The problem is that I’ve got about $50 left over in this paycheck, after rent and dentist. And I think I’ve spent 30 of it so far.
My HR goddess told me that we could arrange something with the company, to get me out of pain, where I could just have some money withheld from my paycheck until I pay it off. Grateful, I told her I’d talk to my dentist about what we’re going to do. Secretly, if I could get a significant raise to something resembling market, I wouldn’t be in this vice grip. It’s cool of my company to come to my rescue, though.
And that, kids, is why you want not to default on your student loans. It fucks up your credit, so if you need root canals, you can’t put it on your credit cards. So, keep track of your shit. Alright?
Doctor said nothing was wrong with the eye. He couldn’t find what I was trying to point out. I developed a new strategy. Every time my eye started to bug me, I’d scratch the hell out of my right ear. End of day, I didn’t notice anything wrong with my eye. Ah…the wonders of self-delusion.
