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And then a few blocks further, 166 Sanchez where I ended up living for about five months!
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After dropping off my bags and getting settled in my hotel room, I decided that since I was only like a 15 minute walk away that I'd go explore the neighborhood I lived in during my short-lived residence in San Francisco. This was the building I lived in located on the corner of the 3-way intersection of Market, Sanchez and 15th Street.
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...watching the lingering crowd.
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Self-portrait: Drunk Zombie-Hula-Boys, 4am.
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Oh, and Michael got drunk and started carrying around Chandler the Dog like he was a bag o' grain. Hahah.
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...and here he is nipping at my nipples.
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After we closed out the bar (at um, 1:30) we all headed back to our apartment for some beers.
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I put up a good fight, but in the end Meredith ended up winning.
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Here's me in the pre-game using the international sign language for "YOU are GOING DOWN!" (As in "You are going to lose this game." Not the other "YOU are GOING DOWN!" There's a whole different set of gestures for that one. Be careful not to confuse the two or you could end up playing the strangest game of Scrabble in your life...or uh, becoming really good friends with a deaf person. It could go either way.)
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Oh, did I forget to mention that the elevator in my townhouse opens out into an open-air deck that's accented by florescent pink pieces of translucent plexiglass? Meredith strikes a quick (80s) pose before...
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No duet is complete unless I can manage to "back that thang up" a little bit.
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After she was finished, I suggested we team up for a "new roomie" duet. She was like "Sure! Do you know "Total Eclipse of the Heart?" I played it cool, "Yeah, I think I might've heard that song once or twice. Let's give it a shot, I can always just wing it." (Hahahah.)
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So after a week of living together, my new roomies and I decided that we were long overdue to head out and hit the town together. We were in our kitchen trying to figure out where we should go when my new roommate Christine uttered nine magnificent words: "Hey, there's a karaoke bar right down the street!" I was like "Shut the fuck up!" Christine replied "No, I'm serious, it's called The Mint and it's one of the biggest karaoke bars in town. They have karaoke every night. It's like 3 blocks from here! And you gotta hear Kareen sing - she's really good." Talk about fate, huh? (You'd think "Where's the nearest karaoke bar?" would've been one of my standard questions while apartment hunting, but I swear it never even came up!).
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On Wednesday afternoon I cut out of work a little early to meet the movers! Woo! Things went smoothly except for one...
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Here's the other half of the room. I had my own bathroom and we had a whole roof deck all to ourselves as well.
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After another solid week of apartment hunting, I finally managed to find an awesome apartment. I was the master bedroom in a two-story, four bedroom townhouse on the corner of Market and Sanchez Streets. My three roommates were all in their mid-twenties and all worked together at the nearby Cheesecake Factory.
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The vein-popping finale.