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blow up and winding down 2009-12-20 11:07 p.m. I feel guilty if I stay out all day and night, but would kill myself if I stayed in with my mom and my grandma, who are playing tag-team in making me feel irritated and awful. So far winter break has been 50% of each situation. Combined with a sudden and compounded quarter life crisis on Friday, my vacation has been anything but. Friday night Julie and I went to a club event, Blow Up, at the Rickshaw Stop in San Francisco. I didn't really want to go, but I had always wanted to in the past and I really needed to get out. Before Friday night, none of the pictures on my camera were of humans. We met up with her roommate Katie and Katie's friends from Hayward before heading up to the city. We drove up and parked without much trouble. We didn't get into the club until 11.30 because we drank in the car. It's been a really long time since I've had hard liquor, and even longer since I'd pregamed before going out. Apparently I've grown up and know when to stop, because sure enough I stopped after three shots. I just don't think vomiting on the streets of San Francisco is acceptable. Inside the music wasn't really my taste, but as Christina can testify, I'm always down to ride. I danced and made the most of it - especially when they played a remix of "Heads Will Roll". I wished it was a hip-hop club so I could go low low low low low low low. Actually, maybe it was better than they weren't playing freak-nasty music. Even without such jamz, I was repeatedly molested on the dance floor. One guy even reached between my legs and groped my inner thigh. Towards the end of the night, Julie and I were mildly gang-banged by a group of white nerds. I should have been in hog-heaven, but you can't help but be scared when a guy starts saying, "What's it going to take to make you stay?"
We were in and out of the club often since it was a sweatshop inside. One of the times we went out for a break and fresh air, we ran into a couple of unlikely thugs who were trying to get in. Katie, on her 3+ drink buzz, enthusiastically chatted with them and threw her arms around a 12 year old who went by "Andrei Nicotina". I was seriously concerned for his well-being. The kid should have been at home watching the Disney channel! I reluctantly took a group picture with these shady characters. While we were taking the picture, Andre Nicotina went for it and kissed Katie. "He tried to suck on my bottom lip!" It was reverse rape, but it still would have been a statutory crime on her part. I've just met the girl, but oh what a great memory to refer back to always.
We stayed until closing and didn't get home until 3.30 am. Even so, I got up early the next day so Julie and I could go to Berkeley one last time before all the Cal kids were off for winter break. Ivy didn't trust us, and assumed we had the ulterior motive of visiting the Benderz. Yeah sure, we stopped by. And I mean it! When Julian put me on the list for the San Diego show, I thanked him and promised to get him a beer that night. After I (typically) made an ass of myself that night, I couldn't talk to him any more, much less get him a drink. I fulfilled my promise on Saturday instead - oh so generously got him an 18 pack of Coors. Apparently he doesn't live with the others at 1936 Channing, but obviously he wasn't going to give us his address after all we've done. We put it in a giant stocking just like last year's Christmas present to the Benderz and dropped it off on the 1936 porch. Per tradition, we also took our portraits at the bottom of the steps and recorded a video of us dancing badly but earnestly.
Our cards have always been really funny, I think. Julie mused that not only would the Benderz be leaving this year, but also all our friends who go to Cal. So strange! I really enjoy going up to Berkeley, but I suppose there won't be any reason to after this year. I haven't started compiling "Best of" lists or freaking out about the end of an era yet. Should I, though?
Best part of being home.
36 eggs for a mostly empty house. I can't explain it.
Again, excess of food.
To deal with my rage issues this week, I power-shopped at Thrift Town. All this for $13! Most people are really worried about the jumpsuit - which is an authentic mechanic's jumpsuit according to the auto body shop business cards I found.
I was happily dancing up away from the crowd for awhile.
But this guy decided to jump up and pin me against the wall.
End of the night, too tired to care.
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The last time.
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