After the family left, I borrowed my dad's car and drive down the street (literally 1 block away) to visit Rachael R. (whose last name I can also no longer use on this site because, Like me friend Jess D., she also teaches high school now and can't afford to have her students Google her and find her doing all sorts of stupid stuff on this site!).
Aw yeah, Holland Tunnel! (The windows that you can see are the windows to the building I work at! When I took this photo I was all "Have a nice day at work....SUCKAS!")
The only thing more shocking than the idea of a shooting range in San Francisco was the discovery of what was on display in a huge glass case right when you walk in the door.
The best part about Ming Dynasty is that they're always having to change their "eating policies" because all-you-can-eat places attract really fat people who go there because they want to make sure they get "their money's worth." Check out how they had to amend the sign to reduce the maximum stay down to two hours. Think about that. That means that at some point, enough people would show up, eat, then hang out for like 3 or 4 hours until they were hungry, and then eat again! That's why they had to update this sign!! Incredible!
And despite being totally stuffed with food, I spied a poster for this badboy on the wall, and snapped a pic to remind myself to sample the Club House Mac, Japan's contribution to McDonald's international menu before leaving.
On Thursday afternoon I was in mid-town running errands and I popped over to Google to visit Emily and enjoy Google's totally awesome Flunch (free-lunch) cafeteria.
Remember how on my trip to Thailand I was complaining about how loud the gecko in my room was? Well the museum likens the noise it makes to "the bark of a small dog." Hahah.
Afterwards, I headed over to Flatstock (which is this huge poster designer's conference that was going on in Austin at the same time as SXSW) to try to find a poster for my buddy Devin.
Aw, man talk about trying to harsh my mellow! I was all trying to party down and have fun and then people have all got to be reminding me that we lost a great man earlier in the year. We miss you, Dimebag. Not forgotten, indeed.
...Jake (the guy who moved into my old room) had somehow agreed to let some film production company use the apartment to shoot a gay porno. WTF? The narrative of the movie called for the porno to be taking place at "a party" so Jake called up everyone pleading for them to come over and help it look like a party.
I had to take a bus to a different terminal and laughed my ass off at this "wagen halt" button. It means "stop the bus," but my friend Alysha uses it to describe the cringey feeling you get when you watch someone else do something that makes you so embarrassed to be a fellow human that you have to leave the area. (This came up at an NHL match when after the 2nd period, they had an "entertainer" in a sparkly silver lycra unitard skate around on the ice and juggle.)
While walking around the airport kept seeing all these signs for separate "prayer rooms" they had set up to accommodate five different religions. The room for Christian prayer is a normal room. The other four rooms for the other denominations all have trapdoor floors that send any (filthy, non-Christian infidel) inhabitants down a chute into a giant incinerator. You gotta keep an eye on those sneaky Germans!
Jake seemed to think that we could pass unnoticed into the business class "Admiral's Club." As I predicted, We went over like a reggae band at a KKK rally.
On Saturday night we headed over to Jamie's 3rd Annual "Ball." (He lost one of his fellers to testicular cancer - "Yep, cancer o' them ol' testes" - a few years back and has since started throwing a party to celebrate the fact that he's alive and to raise money for cancer research.
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