måndag, januari 31, 2005

Hmmm.. Can we say lame

So, Saturday night was interesting if nothing else. Like I said in my last post, I had dinner with my partner's sister, in celebration of her birthday, even though her birthday was at the beginning of January. Just a little late, but hey she enjoyed it, and it was nice to actually do something with his family that isn't just going over to his parents' house and sitting around talking and watching tv.

On to the rave. So, I was convinced to go to Furious 2. (where do they come up with these names? Seriously, where?) My first hint that this party was going to be lame was the location. Only about a five minute drive from where I live, it took place in a pretty ghettofied area of Oakland. The site of the party was at the Noodle Factory, I have no idea how they came up with this name, pretty ridiculous if you ask me. For, in fact, it seemed more like some weird combination of a warehouse and an apartment. How exactly to describe it? Hmm... Well, first it seemed like the building was built in the 40s. It had two rooms upstairs. One a huge empty space where the floor was bubbling up in areas(for lack of a better term) making it quite difficult to dance at all. The other room on this floor had an area where they were selling drinks (water, beer, and wine?). The weird thing was that it seemed to be a kitchen attached to a living room/dining room. It had a fridge, stove, etc.. etc... And when I took a second look at the room itself the seemed to be set up as if someone lived there, and that they removed many of the living items. On to the downstairs. Well the stairs that one had to walk down seemed again to have been built in the 40s, and led to a small room (more of a large hallway really) that led into another large space. Attached to this larger room, was, get this, a laundry room. Complete with washing machines and one drying machine. This room it seemed was the smoking room. Both tobacco and marijuana, mmmm.. too bad I didn't bring any of my own. Luckily there were people willing to share. Not that they were normally giving people, but more likely than not because they were rolling on ecstasy. Scary thing was that this party was an all ages event. Which meant that I was standing around a bunch of young kids messed up on E. Oh, the joy. Well, I couldn't stand it very long (the smell and heat were just too much), so I called my boy, and he came and picked me up. Sad really, not the party, but the fact that I used to enjoy this. Although, I don't think even when I was going out to parties all the time that I would have thought that this space was somehow exceptional, just passable. How the years go by.


lördag, januari 29, 2005

Sunshine

Today has been quite a lovely day. Usually I'm not too keen on the sun, but today it was pretty nice. I went to the farmer's market after going to the gym. I found artichokes, mmm tasty. And brusquely sprouts, mm delicious. Sadly, tonight my man and I are going to take his sister out to dinner. Not exactly sure where yet, but hopefully it will be nice. Tomorrow though, fresh Vegas. Mmmmmm.

After dinner I'm supposed to go out with some friends to some underground rave, oh the joy. Seriously though, I'm a little interested to see how that whole scene feels like these days. Its been ages since I used to go out. My those days seem like they happened in some other reality. Like it happened to some other person, and I just watched a movie about it or something. Its all ages, grr, so I'm assuming no alcohol. That's never any fun. It is not as though I will be taking any drugs, so the alcohol would make it that much easier to take. Oh, well. I'm hoping it doesn't rain, never can tell in the bay area, most likely it won't. (Man, am I really talking about the weather, how lame, sigh)

torsdag, januari 27, 2005

Watch, as I try this blog thing again

So, I haven't entered any new posts in, oh, about two months. This was for a lot of reasons: work was overwhelming, I was on vacation for a couple of weeks, and I just couldn't figure out what I wanted my blog to be. Things haven't changed much (work is still overwhelming and I'm not sure what I want my blog to be still), but I've decided to give it another go.

Now, yesterday I was taking a break from work and I noticed a strip of paper glued to the chair where I usually sit to smoke my cigarette. I usually delight in the weird notices one finds while roaming around Berkeley. This one was a little unexpected, and I will now present it to you in its unedited form:

The biggest job for CIA is here.
Let's the media know that:
Many families of Ku Klux Klan (KKK) suffers social injustice.. This makes
my blood sick, long time ago. Deal is; If white House bring resources for
their gently recovery, or our bio-weapons be directed to roots of the
problem. Our mission is to be expert in precision of vital job and on time.
Injustice put our time for careful preparation.

Sorry for disturbance. Democratic Independent Force of KKK.


So, there you go. Proof that stupidity and hate go hand in hand. While I'm pretty uncertain as to what exactly the author of this note is trying to get across, never the less, it is pretty disturbing and just a tad bit amusing. I think I was most amused by the uncapitilization of white in White House even though they capitalized house. Oh, and the phrase their gently recovery.

So, I guess I will go back to work since my food has finally digested.

Ciao