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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
SBRT Day 33-37: Oakland, CA
To our Oakland hosts, Halley, Jamie, and Matt, we graciously bestow the Drink! OK! Award. Within a half hour of being in Oakland we’re 3 Jaeger shots deep and ravenously digging into some Chinese. When we finally make it to the bar, I immediately buy a round of a drink called a Greyhound that comes with about a 6th of a grapefruit. So I’m making great decisions. Steve made it through about half of the drink before he lost focus and started eating the grapefruit slice slowly and sensually, while making extremely awkward eye contact with each of us at the table. Or maybe just me. I dared him to walk up to a random chick in the bar and do the exact same thing, without explanation, but he was juuuust this side of that drunk. Also, there were literally only 2 females in the bar that were not part of our party, and they would not be confused by name with nascent chickens.
The next day should by all rights be consumed with recovery and repentance, but we somehow make it up to go do touristy things. We hit up Twin Peaks for a spectacular view and some super cool jumping pictures, grab a drink and burritos in Haight and Ashbury, freeze our asses off on a beach to get a good view of the Golden Gate Bridge, and pose for pictures to make it look like the bison in Golden Gate Park are our turds. We hit up a beer bar called Zeitgeist that’s basically a Dominik’s for emo bicyclers, then wrap up the night at a divey dance club that probably doesn’t even have a name.
So now we rest, right? Nope. Steve, Halley, Jamie, and Matt go rock climbing, and I and a few other less ambitious individuals hit up a farmer’s market. At the farmer’s market we see some sort of Asian drumming team and a Brazilian dance team, but are let down to find no Afghani awkwardly-hit-on-young-girls team as we were promised by Jamie and Halley. WTF. We meet up with the rock climbing crew, get gussied up, and go to dinner at a family style Italian place. Even though we have 20ish hungry mouths to feed, we order way too much food. We roll to a lounge, but quickly realize that everybody there is having no fun and paying $15 a drink. We backtrack half a block and find an Irish pub that fills our needs and the rest of an awesome night.
OK. It’s Easter Sunday. We’ve been traveling for 35 days and going out all night for 3 in a row. Time to sleep in. OR we could wake up at 8AM and go fishing in the San Francisco Bay. Continuing the trend of bad decisions that turn into great ones, we do it. We hit up Wal-Mart to get one of the guys a new pole. They show me, Steve, and our friend Kobie a cheap pole that they found, suggesting that we buy them for ourselves. We decide to not actually fish, but just ride around in the boat and drink mimosas. Thus, Easter Morning this year was ocean wind in our hair, $4 bottles of champagne made into mimosas in our hands, and the sundrenched San Francisco skyline all around us. Cadbury, you aint got nothin on me.
We don’t catch any fish…of course I didn’t catch any with my bottle of champ, but the guys with poles didn’t have any luck either. It didn’t matter to me though—the day was already one of my favorite of the trip, and it was just reaching noon. When we get back to Halley and Jamie’s, they’ve made a huge brunch: quiche, fruit salad, pancakes, bagels, the works. It’s amazing. Bellies full, hair sunbleached, and lip corners perpetually upturned, we spend the rest of the day lounging and, finally, recovering.
And we needed it—the next morning we hit the road at 5:17AM, in hopes of reaching it to Boulder, CO by 1AM. As I’m writing this, we’ve got one hour left of the 18 hour drive, due to arrive at 12:30AM. Only a couple more nights on the road…goodnight, moon.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Woody Harrelson claims he mistook photographer for zombie - CNN.com
Woody Harrelson claims he mistook photographer for zombie - CNN.com
The best part is "'I was startled by a paparazzo, who I quite understandably mistook for a zombie,' he said."
The best part is "'I was startled by a paparazzo, who I quite understandably mistook for a zombie,' he said."
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