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I can’t stop laughing at this.

I can’t stop laughing at this.

— 1 week ago with 4 notes

Requiem for a Dream Bar

A number of people have reached out over the past 24 hours to let me know that my hometown den of bad decisions is finally being torn down. This was the sort of place that provided so many hours of drunken entertainment that I remember much less than I could and much more than I should. Nevertheless, time for one of those bulleted list of recollections I love so much!

  • I had a few misguided crushes on dudes who played in bands here. The music was generally awful, as were the dudes.
  • I was BFFs with the band Presley, and sang with them once, but the sound guy was so wasted he never turned on my mic.
  • There was a window just a few feet from the entrance that was at ground level and could easily be used to evade the bouncer. Want to smoke inside? Hang out the window. Want to drink outside? Hang in the window. I think I’ll miss the window most of all.
  • During my most dirtbag period of youth I would just bring booze to the parking lot, hang out with all my friends smoking outside, and never actually enter the bar.
  • Despite all of our debauched transgressions over the years, only one of us was ever ejected from the bar…and it was FORREST.
  • On my last visit there, shortly before moving away, I walked into the ladies room and there was a poop on the floor… The bar had just opened and my friend and I were the only ladies in the place so how long had that poop been there!?

Ah, yes, so many memories, but I think I said it best back in 2006 when I called Kim from the parking lot (where I was inexplicably hiding behind an SUV) to report “Honestly, seriously, exciting stuff is happening. Everyone is here. Everyone, everything. There are people inside, there are people outside. This is some real blue moon ish.”

RIP, Dodge.

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Sitting alone, in the dark, in my fancy San Francisco loft apartment, pouring popcorn into my mouth.

— 2 weeks ago with 4 notes
#success 
COSMIC AMANDA WORLD* TOUR 2014
10/4- Make It Funky presents: LATE NITE PIZZA // Tope, North Beach 9pm10/7- Battle decks w/ DJ Pizza Party // Neck of the Woods, The Richmond 8pm10/10- BFF.fm Happy Hour // Pop’s Bar, Mission District 6pm* leaving the Mission is almost like going to Europe.

COSMIC AMANDA WORLD* TOUR 2014

10/4- Make It Funky presents: LATE NITE PIZZA // Tope, North Beach 9pm
10/7- Battle decks w/ DJ Pizza Party // Neck of the Woods, The Richmond 8pm
10/10- BFF.fm Happy Hour // Pop’s Bar, Mission District 6pm

* leaving the Mission is almost like going to Europe.

— 2 weeks ago with 5 notes
I miss October. You can take this 85 degree weather and shove it, SF.
quonky:

Look at these fucking leaves. I mean, shit.


I miss October. You can take this 85 degree weather and shove it, SF.

quonky:

Look at these fucking leaves. I mean, shit.

— 2 weeks ago with 5 notes
I interviewed one of my favorite bands in this little park the other day. My hand recorder captured the ambiance- trees rustled, bits of conversation from passers by floated in and there was a near constant distant jack hammering. A dog ran through our spot chasing after a ball and a homeless man butted in until the lead singer gave up the bottle his $10 smoothie had come in. I hope it all comes off as charming as I think it does.
Doing something I’m normally comfortable with in a strange new context- being outdoors on a bustling Friday afternoon- threw me for a loop and I found myself stumbling a bit. I have no hopes that I was charming.
This is a band that has made me feel many things and out it leaked, in the form of me starting every question with “I feel…” “I feel like…” “Is it weird that I feel?” Ugh.Don’t worry, though- I carefully edited out all of my feels.

I interviewed one of my favorite bands in this little park the other day. My hand recorder captured the ambiance- trees rustled, bits of conversation from passers by floated in and there was a near constant distant jack hammering. A dog ran through our spot chasing after a ball and a homeless man butted in until the lead singer gave up the bottle his $10 smoothie had come in. I hope it all comes off as charming as I think it does.

Doing something I’m normally comfortable with in a strange new context- being outdoors on a bustling Friday afternoon- threw me for a loop and I found myself stumbling a bit. I have no hopes that I was charming.

This is a band that has made me feel many things and out it leaked, in the form of me starting every question with “I feel…” “I feel like…” “Is it weird that I feel?” Ugh.

Don’t worry, though- I carefully edited out all of my feels.

— 3 weeks ago with 5 notes