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I woke up at 3:02pm today.

Apparently, last night was a really good one. My friend Willow is in town mainly to check out the Maker Faire, but she had a few other things planned beforehand. After getting a bite at Osha Thai on Geary (and everyone but me getting their drink on, since I was driving), we made our way to the DNA Lounge to check out Meat vs. Death Guild for their 3rd anniversary. Also, to see her pal do some goth bellydancing number with her troupe.



But the main event of the evening was Mr. Scruff. If you don't know Scruffy, well... you're an idiot. AN IDIOT, I WRITE! *ahem* Sorry. He's just good. The man has limited US engagements so of course I had to see him. We got to Mighty around 11:25, 11:30 and stayed until Scruff couldn't mix anymore. I think this is when I hit my 'dance wall'. Not because of my constant dancing and drinking, but the heat of the crowd and giant, thick clouds of reefer affected me.


Shit was so bad, you could seriously karate chop it in half. The smell was TOO potent. I don't even smoke up... but have you ever been around so much weed that it didn't even smell good anymore? Yeah. That was last night.

After all that? Root beer and Cheese fries.
Somehow I make it home and here we are.

Maker Faire is tomorrow. Fuck today. I need to recover.