even though saturday night was not all that special, this weekend was realy fucking nice. life is great, isn't it?

thursday at karaoke was awesome. getting fucking trashed, singing like crazy, friends, lots of awesome friends. remembering that you don't know the words to alot of these songs. welcome to the jungle anyone? riding away really drunk, sprinting away, blasting through red lights and really nearly getting hit.

incredible hangover until at least 2pm the next day.

friday night we all hang out, go for a crumby bike ride with hella hipsters. REALIZE just how lame they all are and head to fuck out. we buzz past a police blockade, past ambulences and police cars. i see someone ripped the fuck apart on the side of the road as the officials coverthe body up. gnarley shit. hit up the bar my friend works at, drink some drinks. ride across town to this party. i have an amazing time, like i was on extacy, except i was really barely drunk. just ROCKING the fuck out. god damn i love it when that happens! i was born to dance around at house parties. it's just the simple truth. oh, and i looked hot as hell, even if i do say so myself. it's a rare occurance, so fogive my arrogance. dancing with everyone, dancing really violently with zana, so that people were actually scared! people got out of the way, people shreiked when we did our one-on-one mosh pit.

i make french toast breakfast on saturday, mimosas, coffee, good people. take it easy, ride down to the mission, dumpster more bread. beswt bread dumpster experience i've ever had, we pulled everything out of the dumpster. it was locked, but after prying at it for a while, the manage came out and UNLOCKED the damn things for us. we thanked him. cookies. pastries, chocolate croisants. cranberry bread, raisin bread. whole wheat, rye. pizza! walnut gorgonzola and apple foccacia things! asparagus, potato and cheese pizza! big enough to feed one hungry messenger for dnne. and there were at least ten of them! and everything was fully wrapped up in retail packaging! can you imagine!best ever. we bag up alot and take it out to the homeless/hungery in the mission. leave it in parks for people to take.
later a show at jack's. too packed, we don't really even go inside that much. roll around on bikes outside, do wheelies, ride superman style, ride thighs gripping the handlebars, stting on the bars and riding backwards! riding with your body as low as possible, riding with a leg through the main triangle! having so damn much fun just riding around in circles!
go to a not so special bar at church and market, hang out with piratesm, get free drinks, stand on the street talking for like an hour after we get kicked out of the bar. random, yet very interesting people on the street.

more french toast on sunday morning, random but really quite nice poeple waking up on the floor of my house. more mimosas, more firing corks off into the back yard, a new record set by the random floorsleeper. cranberry bread used in the frnech toast for really dramatically good results. went through 22 eggs, and made 2 platters of french toast! riding around with wendy and aj, eating massive, beautiful burritos, talking about everything under the sun. good gad damn times! i mean, really. having the rain start at exactly the moment we left the house, and end almost as soon as we get to where we are going...3 times in one day!

sure i didn't get laid, but do i care? did i want to? do i think that some crumby one night stand might have actually detracted from the weekend? life is good, being single is great, being myself, ddoing what i wnat to do is phenomonal.

a massive "thank you" goes out to everyone that made this weekend as good as it was. i'm serious.