weekend update: Tuesday Edition

Recapping my weekend on my blog is problematic. Recounting the exploits of my life might be a boring reason to even HAVE a blog. But as I was discussing this with Steve (whose blog I love) last night at the Knockout, waiting for Seth's band to go on, I was thinking that, as a reader, I'll read just about anything as long as it's updated regularly. So, hopefully my reader(s) feel the same. Blindly onward will be my motto.

Friday night was Seth's birthday and it was also one of the hottest days and nights in recent San Francisco history. After work I headed to crazy-ass Dolores park (after a lovely dinner at the infamous Pakwan with Sophie and a hilarious few minutes of watching the Daytime Emmy Awards Ceremony) to say goodbye to Judy, a lovely New Orleans transplant who is headed to India and then back to NOLA. We flâned about in the warmth, marveling at the weather and the sky and the warmth and the weather and the weather and how warm it was. As, for once, the evening did not come down in a furious wind over Dolores Heights, we were able to stay and enjoy the balmy night until Seth got off work. We went to Doc's Clock where our favorite bartender John and many wonderful friends helped Seth ring in his 29th year.

On Saturday I went to a wedding in San Jose. Here are a few things that happened.

• Someone mistook me for a highschooler.
  
• The bride and groom re-created the final dance scene, in its entirety, of the movie Dirty Dancing. Move for move. Including the part where everyone gets up at the end and starts spontaneously dancing.
  
• I caught the bridal bouquet and it felt like being in a movie.
  
• The bride's mom requested that the DJ play some Moroccan music and all the Arab people danced and scared all the white people there. Except the girls who tried to "belly dance" to it.
  
• The most recent song the DJ played, by kind of a wide margin (and not counting the Moroccan) was Soulja Boy Tell Em's Soulja Boy.
  

It was entertaining in ways I don't think I can express.

The next morning found me at Stern Grove watching this guy:



I then enjoying a lovely sushi dinner with Geraldine, and went to go watch the Sex in the City movie, which I was embarrassed to kind of like.

Extending the weekend to Monday was Sterling, who played a very sweet set at the Knockout. The weekend ended much as it began, on a barstool at the Uptown, being served a drink by John.