Mmkay, soooo... I went to SF last weekend. The first two days were nothing special, we did all the tourist junk like going to the wharf and junk... we also got some good curry at this little hole in the wall place in downtown. Mmm. Anyhoo, Sunday was kind of the big day. I hung out with the totally cool insecurious and stare, who get my Stamp Of Approval. 
Just, y'know, in the event they aren't the only two people on SG who read my journal...
Once I got back to the hotel, I had about 5 drunken phone messages from my dad, who was out getting sloshed at the SF Brew Co. Once message included about 30 seconds of actual noteworthy words, and about 5 minutes of him trying to figure out how to tunr off the cell phone. Another message was from some girl he'd been drinking with, though it was very slurred and tough to understand.
So, I met up with them, and proceeded to get unwittingly shnockered on Guiness. Then I did some embrassing things which I won't mention, because I don't really want to think about it. And no, it didn't involve sex.
Monday was pretty much just a period of rest... I had a headache all day, and I was popping aspirin like Skittles. Bitter, bitter Skittles. Then I went home, thankful that I don't actually live in SF, and therefore have no need to call places and apologize.
On a separate note, if you haven't seen Rose's new set, do so now. Don't even keep reading, unless you want to be force fed a big, steaming bowl of cock.
~Nick
Just, y'know, in the event they aren't the only two people on SG who read my journal...
Once I got back to the hotel, I had about 5 drunken phone messages from my dad, who was out getting sloshed at the SF Brew Co. Once message included about 30 seconds of actual noteworthy words, and about 5 minutes of him trying to figure out how to tunr off the cell phone. Another message was from some girl he'd been drinking with, though it was very slurred and tough to understand.
So, I met up with them, and proceeded to get unwittingly shnockered on Guiness. Then I did some embrassing things which I won't mention, because I don't really want to think about it. And no, it didn't involve sex.
Monday was pretty much just a period of rest... I had a headache all day, and I was popping aspirin like Skittles. Bitter, bitter Skittles. Then I went home, thankful that I don't actually live in SF, and therefore have no need to call places and apologize.
On a separate note, if you haven't seen Rose's new set, do so now. Don't even keep reading, unless you want to be force fed a big, steaming bowl of cock.
~Nick