frisco part one
Oct. 27th, 2003 01:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauralhIt's rather nice in the Bay Area. Except for you know, the traffic. When there's no traffic it's great, because there's five lanes or more and you can speed like crazuh. Of course, this isn't a wise thing to do when you don't have a driver's license, but we ended up ok.
You have to take a shuttle from the Oakland airport to the rental car offices, and from there, you have to call for another shuttle for "Payless Car Rental." Unlike the shoe store, this was not good service and poor quality. But it was cheapo deluxxe. And they didn't care that I didn't have a credit card. Steve, after all, couldn't rent a car, having lost his license somewhere in the airport. Conveniently enough, by the time he realized this, the plane we were on was already on its way back to Seattle, and the Oakland lost'n'found isn't open on weekends.
But, two hours later, we were ready to go. And then we turned around and drove back to the rental car place (run out of this Holiday Inn by the airport) because the freakin' Check Engine Light was on. But we got a nicer, cleaner, working car, and it was all good. Made our way into the city and I freaked out at how pretty it all was. (And did I mention hot? It was like 90 during the days. Frickin' terrible. Especially as even fewer places have A/C than in Seattle.) But yes pretty. Got some nice shots.
We met up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drisrael (Maer) and Ishq (Matt) at Frjtz. Had some beer and fries and shot the shit. We had some food while they went to set things up at Ambient Airlines (pre-listening party). Steve and I chilled out with fruit and wine for about an hour, then he had to take off. I was quiet for a while, but then Maer introduced me to Andy Kaufman this guy John and then other people started talking to me as well. Met this girl Kim from Dallas and we talked for ages, till it was time to go have SAKE.
Unfortunately I kept drinking wine in an effort to be social, and I think it just killed me. Headache to beat the band. But the sake place was incredibly cool, very very tiny space above a sushi restaurant. I actually went ahead and ate sushi with this girl (woman, I should say, as she was 9 years older) Dabney. (I could be wrong on the name.) She was basically insane but not in that bad of a way. She still made fun of yuppies enough for me to be happy, and we talked about relationships and men, which is all I ever want to talk about.
Back upstairs the DJs were poppin and the sake was freely flowing. And then the fat girls came upstairs. Now I have nothing against fat ugly people, except I don't want to look at them, especially not dancing and doing impromptu strip teases. Maer moaned about the return of his "fat girl smoov". And then he got the bright idea of calling up Steve to ask how his date was going. So he gave out Steve's number to a bunch of people (that Steve actually knew) and they drunk-dialed like mad.
All very fun but I was dying by the time we left, headache leading to nausea (and the drinking unfiltered sake I'm sure didn't help). We headed to the oxygen bar which was full of irritating pretentious yuppies and then, later, frat types who were just drunk as hell. Example of the first: when I walked in the DJ was playing a track I own, I couldn't place it though. (It was the K&D remix of "Gone" by David Holmes.) Maer named some bands and I rejected them all, and the stupid fucking pretentious yuppies were like "He's mixing it all together." And I did NOT say "You stupid fucking assholes, I own this fucking CD and I think I know that it's just one track with nothing laid in." Instead I said "I meant the main track."
Anyway the oxygen bar was interesting, I'm sure it helped my nausea a little, but only for the 20 minutes we paid for. Afterwards we pretty much went home, took advil and a glass of water, and slept.
part two coming soon.
You have to take a shuttle from the Oakland airport to the rental car offices, and from there, you have to call for another shuttle for "Payless Car Rental." Unlike the shoe store, this was not good service and poor quality. But it was cheapo deluxxe. And they didn't care that I didn't have a credit card. Steve, after all, couldn't rent a car, having lost his license somewhere in the airport. Conveniently enough, by the time he realized this, the plane we were on was already on its way back to Seattle, and the Oakland lost'n'found isn't open on weekends.
But, two hours later, we were ready to go. And then we turned around and drove back to the rental car place (run out of this Holiday Inn by the airport) because the freakin' Check Engine Light was on. But we got a nicer, cleaner, working car, and it was all good. Made our way into the city and I freaked out at how pretty it all was. (And did I mention hot? It was like 90 during the days. Frickin' terrible. Especially as even fewer places have A/C than in Seattle.) But yes pretty. Got some nice shots.
We met up with
drisrael (Maer) and Ishq (Matt) at Frjtz. Had some beer and fries and shot the shit. We had some food while they went to set things up at Ambient Airlines (pre-listening party). Steve and I chilled out with fruit and wine for about an hour, then he had to take off. I was quiet for a while, but then Maer introduced me to Unfortunately I kept drinking wine in an effort to be social, and I think it just killed me. Headache to beat the band. But the sake place was incredibly cool, very very tiny space above a sushi restaurant. I actually went ahead and ate sushi with this girl (woman, I should say, as she was 9 years older) Dabney. (I could be wrong on the name.) She was basically insane but not in that bad of a way. She still made fun of yuppies enough for me to be happy, and we talked about relationships and men, which is all I ever want to talk about.
Back upstairs the DJs were poppin and the sake was freely flowing. And then the fat girls came upstairs. Now I have nothing against fat ugly people, except I don't want to look at them, especially not dancing and doing impromptu strip teases. Maer moaned about the return of his "fat girl smoov". And then he got the bright idea of calling up Steve to ask how his date was going. So he gave out Steve's number to a bunch of people (that Steve actually knew) and they drunk-dialed like mad.
All very fun but I was dying by the time we left, headache leading to nausea (and the drinking unfiltered sake I'm sure didn't help). We headed to the oxygen bar which was full of irritating pretentious yuppies and then, later, frat types who were just drunk as hell. Example of the first: when I walked in the DJ was playing a track I own, I couldn't place it though. (It was the K&D remix of "Gone" by David Holmes.) Maer named some bands and I rejected them all, and the stupid fucking pretentious yuppies were like "He's mixing it all together." And I did NOT say "You stupid fucking assholes, I own this fucking CD and I think I know that it's just one track with nothing laid in." Instead I said "I meant the main track."
Anyway the oxygen bar was interesting, I'm sure it helped my nausea a little, but only for the 20 minutes we paid for. Afterwards we pretty much went home, took advil and a glass of water, and slept.
part two coming soon.
