I’m not hugely late… if I were my own editor, I should kick my ass… oh, wait. I am. hah!
Most of my co-workers took the chill approach to Memorial Day weekend. BBQs, sports, going to the park and lounging around to relax the mind for the short three day holiday. I generally take a varied approach. Last year, Seher and I went down to San Diego to visit Julija and catch a little sun. This year, Maliha was visiting me from India via Philly/New York.
WEDNESDAY NIGHT:
- dinner at thai place, plan, catch up
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THURSDAY
- she went to berkeley, ucsf, north beach
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THURSDAY NIGHT
- the stinking rose
- chinatown
- banana event
- union square
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Maliha looking rather confused about her phone on BART. It’s really not the most reliable source of reception.
Us at lake Merritt. I don’t like my half smile, but at least you can’t how big my face/head really is. Seriously, it’s huge.
FRIDAY
- she went to coit tower/fisherman’s wharf
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Over the San Mateo bridge on the way to Santana Row. So beautiful. I still need to borrow my dad’s big cam and have someone drive over the bridge, so I can take photos.
After dinner and on to San Jose for some much needed clubbing!
Hanging out with guys…
This should really go under Saturday morning, since you can see the sun has already started to come up on the horizon. I still think we should closely examine why early morning junk food tastes so god darn good!
FRIDAY NIGHT
- afternoon, go home, santana row
- drinks at mexican place, appetizers
- chinese food at ‘chinese restaurant’
- drinks at club near santana row
- walking around sj trying to find a club- walked by vault (too asian), toons (yeah…), voodoo lounge (wouldn’t accept passport), some gay bar, agenda (0 people)… finally went to bar
- met eric + topher… hung out at his place playing bongos, listening to bad music
- breakfast at dennys, then home
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Saturday at 6pm… when we finally got to the Castro. We didn’t go to bed until 7:30 am, and I totally crashed. I don’t even know how I was conscious enough to drive home (not from drinking of course; I meant from fatigue).
They’re prettier in the restaurant… really.
Going through pictures whilst waiting for foodness!
We should probably have taken a picture beforehand, but we were too hungry.
Since “Saturday” didn’t start until 6pm really, I lumped in Saturday night/Sunday morning. This is Lori’s Diner on Mason.
I are obsessed aboot taking pictures of glasses.
Some girls at Ruby Skye. I was fairly naked and definitely not the only one.
SATURDAY
- woke up really late
- blue restaurant in the castro
- cold, walked around, took pictures
- drove all over city, up past fillmore to marina to lombard street to north beach, down town, SOMA, back up van ness to civic center
- Ruby skye w/t
- home
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Capsule!
Miette! They ran out of cupcakes… in fact, they ran out right when they got to me! I wasn’t completely famished, but I would have enjoyed a cupcake. *sigh*
Freezing at Carnaval. It’s my first year, and I love it!
Pupusas! I still can’t say that word w/o thinking about asshole, but then, he’s an asshole and these are delicious to FFFF him! 
(Do you smell the resentment?)
Hanging out in SOMA @ Yerba Buena… I’ve always been drawn here. One day, there will be a condo… unless I move to the City or someone finally decides to tie me down.
Da Street…
Tea (and a bite for me) at Samovar. The duck was yummy.
This is where we had to park for the after party.
psychedelic, eh?
Me and bathrooms! Mostly, it’s the only place in a club that really had light.
Mel’s Diner next to um… the Metreon (wow, I just had a brain fart… poot!).
Maliha looking tired.
SUNDAY
- woke up, capsule (yelp, cupcake, dress, pictures), crepe place, carnaval (pupusas, random guys, jellys)- freezing ass off
- samovar, drive around
- angel magik carnaval fete party- cool berkeley guys, cambodia
- mel’s drive-in
- dead tired from weekend
- home
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I could not stop yawning, even after the double shot of espresso. This clam chowder is gooood!! It has restored my faith that San Franciscans can make a good chowder…
This bowl was like a salad bowl… full of soup and seafood… ridic!
I decided to be sane and have the pasta instead. It was still too much. I think I had maybe a third.
After brunch, walking up to Ghiradelli Square. There’s a cool boat with tons of flgas in the background, you can almost see it. I should probably bring out my Canon; it gives me more control.
Uh… Heaven!
Freezing out asses off at the beach… up the one by Crissy Field. I always forget what it’s called.
MONDAY
- fisherman’s wharf, yummy bread and good chowder/pasta, cupcake place, ghiradelli
- marina, criss field, hang out
- drop off at friends
- go home and crash
After an almost perfect weekend, we come back to work and the roof starts dripping. Seriously. Have you heard of this happening past like 1840?
