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streakbreaker
finally got back to the thing i do best on a saturday night: going out and drinking in the city.

it has become as cold as a bastard here over the past week, like really really cold. so what else is there to do but drink? regan, biff, and i started the night out at the elbo room on valencia where the drinks are strong (i had an ocean beach iced tea, how awesome is that?) and the crowd is a good mix of everything. there was a hip hop show going on upstairs, and we watched two of the biggest fros i've ever seen walk in. when they eclipsed each other, we knew it was time to leave since i didn't have my sunglasses or a little box with a pinhole.

we braved the cold and shivered over to the make-out room a few blocks away, but after an irate patron told us it sucked inside, we went to a cute little cafe across the street. there were people playing chess at the sidewalk tables, and couples dancing to the jazz music played by the live band inside. something about cafes with live bands always gets me, especially when an upright bass and open storefront windows are involved. we took our glasses of sangria to the tables out front under the outdoor heaters, and got into a discussion with a studious looking man reading newsweek who overheard us toasting to "tha mish" and talking about tha mish, tha mo', tha 'stro, and tha 'set. "are you guys serious?" he asked us, incredulous. obviously not a native.

pretty drunk at this point, i had a craving for some sausage (insert your own joke here. ooo look how witty you are. don't say this blog isn't interactive...). biff knew a good place on haight near fillmore, so we went over there, but ended up at movida lounge since the sausage place was closed. regan inexplicably ordered a pitcher of sangria, so we had to finish it of course, and proceeded to get smashingly drunk. still yearning for the sausage, we orbited back to biff's where she cooked me a nice plate of sausage, brie, and french bread, which i concluded to be the best meal i've ever had in my life. i was too drunk to drive home, so i crashed at biff's, and any night that i don't spend in my own bed is overall a successful one, in my opinon.

because blogspot doesn't have that fancy "currently reading" or "currently listening to" feature like xanga or livejournal, here's a makeshift version:

currently reading: "the sun also rises" by ernest hemingway and "pedagogy of the oppressed" by paulo freire
currently listening to: "dead ringer," rjd2; "greatest hits," bjork; "chutes too narrow," the shins
currently DVDing: family guy season 1
current decision i'm standing behind: not going to school in boston next semester
current grad school applications i'm working on: berkeley, columbia, northwestern, and univ. of maryland
current job prospect: matt gonzalez's campaign
current domestic project: bringing winter clothes out of hibernation (where did all these sweaters come from?!)
current popular word: gadonkadonk
current favorite phrase (thanks biff!) : "well, God made it...so there must be some reason for it."
currently eating: homemade chocolate chip cookies
about to eat: crab dinner
currently wearing: jeans and sheer stretchy soft top
currently thinking: this blog has reached a new low.

fin.