igofast
06-01-2004, 03:13 PM
I had a fan-****ing-tastick weekend.
Friday got off to a little bit of a late start, didn't make it out of L.A. till about 8PM, a good 2 1/2 - 3 hours later than I wanted. But Kash, Ian and I finally made it. We spent the next 5 1/2 hours in the car driving up to San Francisco. We unloaded our **** into my friend Carl's apt, walked around the Richmond District a bit, sat and had beers and talked for a while and finally made it to sleep about 4:30 AM or so.
Saturday started off around 10:30 AM, we made french toast, cleaned ourselves up and headed out to Haight St. for 3 reasons.
1. Betsy, a good of mine works at a store on haight
2. Wanted to check out Ameoba records
3. Kash had never been, so why not
So Ameoba was good, got a couple new records, hung out with Betsy for a bit, walked around, had a couple pints....
Next we hit up the warf, got some clam chowder, saw the homeless guy that scares people for money, went into the Musee Mecanique (http://museemecanique.citysearch.com/) and just had a great time in general. Then back to the apt. to rest up a little bit.
That night we meet up with Betsy and a couple of her friends at an Irish pub. I was wearing an Angel City Outcasts (http://www.angelcityoutcasts.com) T-Shirt and one of the bartenders notices it and says something about them. I mention they're my friends and he says "oh really? they play with a band one of my best friends is in called Blue Collar Special. (http://www.bluecollarspecial.com)" I exclaim "those are my friends too!" and he says "Joey is on his way here right now!" So our friend Joey Balls (who I know from L.A.) randomly shows up in this Irish pub on Clements in S.F. We meet up with some more local punk rock kids, go over to someone's house and proceed to drink and get rowdy until about 10 AM.
So about this time, Kash and I head back to Carl's house. A 20 block walk of shame, with no sleep, looking like ****, but feeling pretty good and all around ammused regardless. At Carl's we immediately fall asleep for about 4 hours, clean ourselves up and head up to Nevada City (no, this is not in Nevada) where I grew up.
We get into N.C. at about 7PM, have dinner with my dad, drive Kash and Ian around town showing them my old stomping grounds, then back to my Dad's to check out the house he recently moved into. We hung out, played with my dog (who was the initial reason for the whole trip - he's old and dying, I wanted to see him again before he goes), then went into town, had a few drinks, met a guy who was on a mission to pee on as many things as he could that night and video tape it, then went back to my Dad's.
Next morning we have an amazing breakfast at a little cafe downtown, fall in love with our waitress, then make our long-ass 7 hour drive back to L.A.
What a great weekend....
Friday got off to a little bit of a late start, didn't make it out of L.A. till about 8PM, a good 2 1/2 - 3 hours later than I wanted. But Kash, Ian and I finally made it. We spent the next 5 1/2 hours in the car driving up to San Francisco. We unloaded our **** into my friend Carl's apt, walked around the Richmond District a bit, sat and had beers and talked for a while and finally made it to sleep about 4:30 AM or so.
Saturday started off around 10:30 AM, we made french toast, cleaned ourselves up and headed out to Haight St. for 3 reasons.
1. Betsy, a good of mine works at a store on haight
2. Wanted to check out Ameoba records
3. Kash had never been, so why not
So Ameoba was good, got a couple new records, hung out with Betsy for a bit, walked around, had a couple pints....
Next we hit up the warf, got some clam chowder, saw the homeless guy that scares people for money, went into the Musee Mecanique (http://museemecanique.citysearch.com/) and just had a great time in general. Then back to the apt. to rest up a little bit.
That night we meet up with Betsy and a couple of her friends at an Irish pub. I was wearing an Angel City Outcasts (http://www.angelcityoutcasts.com) T-Shirt and one of the bartenders notices it and says something about them. I mention they're my friends and he says "oh really? they play with a band one of my best friends is in called Blue Collar Special. (http://www.bluecollarspecial.com)" I exclaim "those are my friends too!" and he says "Joey is on his way here right now!" So our friend Joey Balls (who I know from L.A.) randomly shows up in this Irish pub on Clements in S.F. We meet up with some more local punk rock kids, go over to someone's house and proceed to drink and get rowdy until about 10 AM.
So about this time, Kash and I head back to Carl's house. A 20 block walk of shame, with no sleep, looking like ****, but feeling pretty good and all around ammused regardless. At Carl's we immediately fall asleep for about 4 hours, clean ourselves up and head up to Nevada City (no, this is not in Nevada) where I grew up.
We get into N.C. at about 7PM, have dinner with my dad, drive Kash and Ian around town showing them my old stomping grounds, then back to my Dad's to check out the house he recently moved into. We hung out, played with my dog (who was the initial reason for the whole trip - he's old and dying, I wanted to see him again before he goes), then went into town, had a few drinks, met a guy who was on a mission to pee on as many things as he could that night and video tape it, then went back to my Dad's.
Next morning we have an amazing breakfast at a little cafe downtown, fall in love with our waitress, then make our long-ass 7 hour drive back to L.A.
What a great weekend....