October 15, 2004

Emily Visits San Francisco

Emily C. was out in the Bay Area during the week for work and decided to stay the weekend so that we could hang out! Yay!

Friday, October 15th

emily — On Friday after work, I drove from Menlo Park to Google's World HQ in nearby Mountain View to pick the Emster up. "Look! It's you!"

emily — We headed into San Francisco, and immediately got our mozzeralla sticks on.

emily — I took like 8 pictures of Emily eating these and she has her eyes closed in every single one. THAT'S how tasty they were.

algy, emily — Later that night we met up with Algy and a few of his friends over at Rickshaw Stop (Check out Algy accidentally pulling a " French face.")

emily — And uh, here's two guys we hung out with! I totally have no idea what their names were. (It's been like nine months, bah!)

jason — But this guy - here's a name I haven't forgotten. You know him, you love him. That's right, it's GAYPORNO Jason!

After Rickshaw Stop we hit the street and...

algy, me — ...TIME OUT: COLD LAMP!...

emily, mike doyle — ...sorry about that. After hitting the street we headed over to this bearded guy's house party who was maybe a buddy of Mike Doyle's? (Or maybe not, judgeing by the look that Mike is giving him).

algy — By the time we got to this party, it was winding down and we were pretty drunk...

emily, me — ....ummmm, yep! Drunk!

mike doyle — This is pretty much what the party was like. So after a few minutes there we decided to pick up...

algy, jason — ...and roam the streets. We spent the rest of the night up on my apt's roof drinking beers and shooting the shit while...

algy, emily — ...Algy tried to convince Emily to make out with him. Hahaha.

Saturday, October 16th

emily — Saturday morning brunch!

emily, me — Then we went to some enormous arcade!

Worked up a serious sweat playing Dance Dance Revolution.

Then laughed like monkeys watching this super-serious guy play this samurai game where you have an electronic sword and you have to slash and thrust it in all these directions in order to kill the bad guys. It was so ridiculous...

...that I couldn't not try it.

How sweet is my electric-katana?

We played skeeball, but not well enough to win a pair of handcuffs. Boo.

Saturday night we went to Arrow Bar for Frisco Disco.

michael s, nissa — And met up with Nissa (of gnarly tit-hickey fame) and Michael.

mary, nissa — Mary, a cute tall girl that I wish I'd met, and Nissa.

michael s, mike doyle — Mike Doyle in the hizzy.

emily — HOLY SHIT! Isn't that the smelly braids guy from like two years ago that almost totally kicked Grant's ass? What's he doing in San Francisco?

emily — This is how I dance.

michael s — San Francisco definitely has a leg-up on NYC when it comes to the non-ironic appreciation of metal. There are waaaaay too many people in NYC that wear 80s metal shirts because they think it's funny or kitschy - but in SF you would only wear a Slayer shirt if you thought that Slayer FUCKING RULZ (which they do).

mary, me, michael s — Hoodie Michael (looking like the Emperor from Star Wars, Ha!) me and Mary making a drunky-drunk face. After leaving Arrow Bar, Michael suggested we head over to the Haight and check out a house party he'd heard was going on. We were just about to all pile in his car when...

emily, mary, me, michael — ...somebody's San Franciscian "wacky dad" showed up! Hahaha. Get aload of this guy. He recognized Michael from somewhere and started talking to him and Michael was clearly not 100% positive who the guy was and kind of uncomfortable talking to him. We did what any good friends are supposed to do when your buddy is stuck talking to someone they don't want to be talking to...

mike doyle — ...WE INVITED HIM ALONG! Hahaha. Check out Mike D. pulling a brand new version of the "get a load of this guy" face.

emily — Monkey-lips Cmielewski.

Yay, wacky Dad!

We parked the car and started walking over to the party but then we had to stop and wait because Wacky Dad ran into a buddy of his. (Of course these two are friends). Wacky Dad kept telling us that TwirlyStache was some kind of "really important artist" (of comedy facial hair maybe) and suggested that I take a pic of him. I was only too happy to oblige.

emily, michael s, mike doyle — The party was kind of quiet until...

mike doyle — a loud, drunk asian girls in a straw party hat showed up and helped liven things up! Fuck yeah! When this girl cornered Mike D. on the stairs he was all like "Hey, this is my friend Brian! He should take some pics of us together!" Then Mike D. raised the bar from the "get a load of this guy" face and went straight for the "serruptitious fuck you fingerpiont." Classy!

mike doyle — I decided to try to instigate and was like "Hey Mike, you should give your new friend a kiss!" Check him all ballsy bringing the "fuck you" finger out right in front of her face (also make sure to note how my hand is all smooshing his neck as I'm actually trying to get him to kiss her). Hahahah.

mary, me — Huh?

Making new friends...

I drove Emily to the airport and we laughed about how Rt 80 runs all the way across the country and goes right through Succasunna, NJ, the town that we both grew up in.