November, 2004

The November Roundup

Here they are - all the pics from (my very sad) November that didn't merrit their own entry but still deserve a lil' loving.

Thursday, November 4th

When I came out of the Cassanova on Thursday night there was this dude doing handstands outside so I took I picture of him. He immediately righted himself, ran over to me and said "I'm a performing artist! If you're going to take a picture of me you have to pay me five dollars." After I finished laughing, I explained that was also a performing artist. And then I put on an elaborate mime skit where I paid him five invisible "mime dollars" for his hard work. (Needless to say, I almost got beat up).

Holy crap, I'm almost a year behind on this diary and I have no idea who this girl is. Maybe a friend of Tara's from Houston that she put me in touch with? Tara, a little help?

Friday, November 5th

mike patton — Friday night I went to see Mike Patton perform in an experimental noise band. I could have saved the $15 I spent on a ticket by staying at home and have a friend alternate between playing static on the TV and intermittently poking me in the eardrum with a meat thermometer. (Mike, I love you - but can a playa just get a melody?)

After the show, I ended up at some house party. Meh.

Saturday, November 6th

On Saturday morning the mailman delivered me a package which turned out to be this amazing shirt. Can you guess who it's from?

The only problem was that they made it using an XXXL shirt and the bad boy came down to my knees!

seth — Later Saturday night I met up with Seth Miller who was in town from Boston on business for a few days.

leela — After a few warmup laps at Seth's hotel bar, we headed over to FriscoDisco (which is San Francisco's budget-answer to Misshapes) and were met by the lovely Leela's slapped ass.

mary, me — I introduced Seth to Mary...

...and Seth immediately introduced himself to Mary's boobies.

See, it's just like Misshapes. Oh wait - except for the fact that there are NO GIRLS AL ALL! Seriously, this is what a straight bar in San Francisco looks like on a Saturday night. Have you ever seen such a writhing mass of dudedom in your life?

Oh wait, look! Two girls!

On the way out we saw that another girl had showed up. (But then when she heard there were already TWO GIRLS inside, she was all "Two girls inside? There are only like twelve of us in this whole city so I should probably go to another bar. I wouldn't want to boys in there to lose their minds.")

Monday, November 8th

seth — On Monday evening Seth and I met up for some tasty Thai in my neighborhood.

Right as we were finishing up our meal, the staff turned on a TV in the corner and started busting out Thai karaoke jams! Seth was like "Hey, karaoke! I could do a little karaoke, you?"

me, seth — Does the world really need any more pics of Seth Miller and I doing karaoke?

seth — The answer, of course, is yes!

Okay, I'll keep them at a minimum though, mmmmkay?

This guy was a fucking karaoke god.

Making new karaoke friends. While we were there we also managed to make friends with...

colin, seth — ...THE POOR MAN'S COLIN! HAHAHAHAHA. It's like if Colin had a baby with a San Francisco hobo!

colin — Hahahahahahaha.

This girl had on the best "Breast Cancer Charity" t-shirt I've ever seen.

Tuesday, November 9th

pud — Philip and I ordered AdBrite shirts for the big advertising tradeshow in Vegas and they showed up on Tuesday. Spiffy!

Thursday, November 11th

On Thursday Heidi (who I met through this site, Hi Heidi!) invited out to come see Minnie Driver perform (she's a singer - who knew?)

Well, it turns out that Brandon Buckley (who I went to high school with) was playing drums for Minnie Driver that night (he also plays drums for Shakira! Woo!) and two other kids I went to high school with were there to see him! Here's me with Alex _____ and Larry Grodeska! They were both two years older than me and I hadn't seen either of them since 1992!

michael s, mike doyle — Afterwards I met up with Mike and Mike at Cassanova so we could also meet up with...

...some girl who was in town from London who I met through Myspace. Let's hear it for internet strangers! Wooooo! (I went back through my MySpace mail to try to find her emails, but I think she's since deleted her account and I can't remember her name. Bah).

me, presley — Then I met up with one of my good friend's arch enemies (die! die! die!). Hey, don't I know you from somewhere? Hahahaha.

Friday, November 12th

leela, me — On Friday I hung out with the girls. They acted tough and made sexy pouty faces like they were from the 40s.

mary — See? (ps - Hey Mary, are you drinking a 1/5th of Beam in a brown, late 70s Volvo station wagon? Yeah, I thought so. Just checking, though).

Saturday, November 13th

On Sunday afternoon I raced to the NerdStore to buy motherfucking Halo2! (While Mary's friend revealed her hidden inner-dork by stroking the MasterChief's, um, hardware.)

Before heading home where I planned on spending the next ten straight hours locked in my room fighting the Covenant aliens (on Legendary skill setting, biatch!) I decided to swing by Mary's house and meet Daisy, her Chiuaua.

I'd been putting it off because although, I love dogs, I pretty much hate most small dogs. But Daisy was the best kind of small dog - she's the kind of small dog that acts all tough and thinks she's a big dog. Nothing's funnier than a fucking teacup-sized Chiuaua that acts like a pit bill and Daisy had me in stitches (check her out using her eentsie-weentsie paw on my hand for extra leverage as she tried to take the toy from me).

mary — Later that night I went out with Mary...

michael s — ...and Michael. Oh, and we also ran into...

...this guy! Check out his outfit! It's like...actually, you know what? Making fun of this guy's outfit would be like tackling a a guy with no legs. I mean I'm not exactly a fashion maven, but even I know not to mix my wide-waled raver cords with any of my (many) leopard-print silk robe-shirts.

Tuesday, November 30th

On Tuesday night Mike Doyle and I had a big night out at Carl's Jr.

I thought about trying the pastrami burger...

mike doyle — ..but in the end opted for the regular Big Burger.

We even decided to "push the envelope" and order some of the fried zucchini! There's just no stopping two fun-loving kooks like Mike and I. Look out! (Man, you know your social life's taken a serious downward turn when the fried zucchini at Carl's Jr is one of the highlights of your month).