Last weekend was pretty great, and this weekend shouldn’t be too shabby either.

Friday evening Mike and I stuffed our pockets with beers and drained them as we walked a mile to the Georgia House, where the girls were already drinking and entertaining the bike boys. Jacqui and Fonty then accompanied us to Livewire, where we ganged up on a couple pitchers before walking the girls back to Jacqui’s house on Ohio, after which we trotted home. We covered a lot of North Park on foot that night, and while drunk—go, team, go!

Saturday, after sacrificing a couple hours to the hangover gods, we biked up to the Adams Ave Street Fair and people-watched while eating tasty meat off of sticks. After biking home, Mike and I cruised on up to the Zar for an “Impress the New Recruits” MQ barbeque. I really like comfortable parties where everyone knows each other, and it was great to get those n00bs fall-down drunk by 10:00pm. Watching those youngsters alternate between naive boasts and hesitant shots made me cringe to think how I must have looked in the eyes of my seniors back when I first arrived on the scene, but for the most part everyone was very cute. The rest of us were destroyed by midnight, but I took it easy and drove us back to North Park where we shared a couple rounds with Alex and his crew for his 22nd birthday shortly before last call at Livewire.

Around noon the next day, Mike and I were joined by Brian O’Donovan for a ride around San Diego. We tossed some bottle rockets and M-80s in a backpack with the goal of entertaining ourselves up on Fiesta Island, but the area was quite crowded and O’Don only squeaked out a couple rockets before we bailed and rode up to Mission Beach. We pedaled home shortly before dusk, and the ride, all in all, turned out to be a healthy 32 miles. A couple hours later, Abe and Val joined us for the Ratatat show at the Casbah. It was excellent. Watching the duo live gave me a new appreciation for their albums and I’ve been listening to them non-stop all week. Quite the post-concert high. The pictures really don’t do them justice.

This weekend Troy is down from SF for ToorCon. To celebrate his presence and to help Elise extend her birthday festivities, we’re gonna snag a keg and have some friends over for rude, rowdy times. We’re hoping to bike up to Torrey Pines State Reserve for beach fun as well, and somewhere in there I need to do 400,000 loads of laundry and maybe wash my car.

The days are just packed, but there’s still a prize laying just out of reach. Soon!

Mike and I are slowly unpacking all our stuff here in the new house and it feels good to be in North Park. I’ll miss a lot about the old place on Nobel though: I’ll miss having friends living next door and across the street, I’ll miss the pool and hot tub, and I’ll miss the handicapped dude who would compulsively sweep the sidewalks and arrange flower petals on the walkway lights in sunburst patterns.

I’ve only unpacked about 10% of my crap after more than a week here because the past few days have been completely insane. Bekah and her friend Beth came down on Tuesday, and on Wednesday Galen joined us for a NUHS reunion over burgers in Ocean Beach. On Thursday my little brother drove down from his gf’s home in LA and we gathered up an army of rabble-rousers to take over Livewire. We managed to get lil’ bro good and ripped that night, although he was sneaky enough that I didn’t even know he barfed until he brought it up the next day. Friday night was so ridiculous that I don’t even feel prepared to talk about it, so maybe Mike or I will come back to it in the future. It was fitting that Troy left for SF the next afternoon, but he will be (and already is) sorely missed.

Shit, maybe I should try to flesh this post out later. Bedtime for now, though.

Busy busy busy.

Working full time in a really cool environment which I’ll not say much about lest I get dooced. I’ll say this though—waking up at dawn every day to make it in by 8:00 am is pretty tough. I’ve let caffeine back into my diet and I’m not too happy about it.

This past weekend our power was shut down for twelve hours (due to routine maintenance) starting at 11:00 pm on Saturday, so after walking around the abnormally-dark streets with a backpack full of beer, we retired to our unlit house and had a two-on-two nerf war with Abe and Troy. I have a small bruise under my right eye from wrestling Troy down a flight of stairs over a styrofoam dart.

I’m 22 going on 8. Rock on.

Tonight, Abe and I traversed the underbelly of the Golden Triangle. We were Lewis & Clark, on a small scale, and with booze.

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My last post was an aborted one, like anything I try to publish to this site.

Tonight I got trashed with Lar and Harish, and then we stuffed a backpack full of beers and wandered the streets getting as drunk as possible. Many cars were saturated with beer—any vehicle that looked at us the wrong way got a bath.