The street where Alex and I live is a little one-way residential jobber, running from mildly ghetto main thoroughfare to another mildly ghetto main thoroughfare. It's a quiet little island of divided-up run-down Victorians amidst a sea of public housing, bike shops, and Filipino markets. At least, this is what I tell myself.
And around 3 o'clock this morning, this was confirmed by a series of crashes, curses, and then a very loud, very aggrieved voice proclaiming "It's taking too damn long to get some crack around here!"
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
In A Nutshell
Overheard today on the 14:
Guy: I need to shave my legs. I'm getting, like, knee dreadlocks.
Girl: Wait, what? How?
Guy: From all the blowjobs. Seriously, I have, like, little knee-hair dreadlocks.
Girl: You're like the Rastafarian Blowjob King of San Francisco.
Guy: We should be smoking weed right now.
Guy: I need to shave my legs. I'm getting, like, knee dreadlocks.
Girl: Wait, what? How?
Guy: From all the blowjobs. Seriously, I have, like, little knee-hair dreadlocks.
Girl: You're like the Rastafarian Blowjob King of San Francisco.
Guy: We should be smoking weed right now.
Friday, September 7, 2007
CAN'T WAIT!
| Oakland Raiders 2007 Pre-Season Schedule | ||||
| Date | Time* | Opponent | TV | Results |
| Saturday, August 11 | 7:00 p.m. | Arizona Cardinals | KICU | |
| Saturday, August 18 | 7:00 p.m. | at San Francisco 49ers | KTVU | |
| Friday, August 24 | 7:00 p.m. | St. Louis Rams | KICU | |
| Thursday, August 30 | 7:00 p.m. | at Seattle Seahawks | KTVU | |
| Oakland Raiders 2007 Regular Season Schedule | ||||
| Date | Time* | Opponent | TV | Results |
| Sunday, September 9 | 1:15 p.m. | Detroit Lions | FOX | |
| Sunday, September 16 | 1:15 p.m. | at Denver Broncos | CBS | |
| Sunday, September 23 | 1:05 p.m. | Cleveland Browns | CBS | |
| Sunday, September 30 | 10:00 a.m. | at Miami Dolphins | CBS | |
| Sunday, October 7 | BYE WEEK | |||
| Sunday, October 14 | 1:15 p.m. | at San Diego Chargers | CBS | |
| Sunday, October 21 | 1:05 p.m. | Kansas City Chiefs | CBS | |
| Sunday, October 28 | 10:00 a.m. | at Tennessee Titans | CBS | |
| Sunday, November 4 | 1:15 p.m. | Houston Texans | CBS | |
| Sunday, November 11 | 1:15 p.m. | Chicago Bears | FOX | |
| Sunday, November 18 | 10:00 a.m. | at Minnesota Vikings | CBS | |
| Sunday, November 25 | 10:00 a.m. | at Kansas City Chiefs | CBS | |
| Sunday, December 2 | 1:05 p.m. | Denver Broncos | CBS | |
| Sunday, December 9 | 10:00 a.m. | at Green Bay Packers | CBS | |
| Sunday, December 16 | 1:05 p.m. | Indianapolis Colts | CBS | |
| Sunday, December 23 | 10:00 a.m. | at Jacksonville Jaguars | CBS | |
| Sunday, December 30 | 1:15 p.m. | San Diego Chargers | CBS | |
Monday, August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 5, 2007
California Nice
A comment posted by a reader of SfGate.com told the small story of how she was once hastily cut off by another driver just before reaching the toll booths on Golden Gate Bridge. Her next few moments were spent road-ragedly cursing the driver in front of her, right up until it was her turn to pay, and she was told by the toll worker that the driver in front of her had paid her toll (five bones, mind you) and was sorry for the maneuver.
The teller of this story offered it up as evidence for what she thought was a pretty unique phenomenon- a major U.S. city with people who can actually be nice to one another.
Hmm. Yeah, I guess I'll buy it. To be sure, there are many not-so-nice moments (my ladyfriend's car was broken into two weeks ago while it was parked just a crackpipe's throw away from my front door), but if I think about it, I can come up with a handful of situations I have been involved in that were made blogworthy by a little bit o' San Francisco Nice.
Top Three.
3) I walked across the bar one night to pick up a $20 bill directly underneath a woman sitting on a stool, tapped her on the shoulder, and gave her back what she dropped. She thanked me enthusiastically, and I returned to my table. Ten minutes later, she was at my table to thank me again, this time with a shot of single-malt scotch. Nice lady.
2) The roommate and I went out one night in search of a specific seedy little establishment that is known for its surly, jaded, and unpredictable bartender (he kicked a guy out into the street for playing Dylan on the jukebox, the online review warned). We found the place, cautiously took seats at the bar, and oh-so-respectfully ordered drinks from the big buy across from us. Carl introduced himself with handshakes, guessed correctly that it was our first time at his place, and then spent the next two hours charming us. The bar was mostly empty, and it seemed he got bored easily, so he stayed busy by telling us dirty jokes, yelling insults at people walking past the open front door, and sliding us free 7 ounce bottles of MGD every fifteen minutes. He told me I really should see Jersey Boys while it's running at the theater down the street, and then made me take a tequila shot with him. He threw the DVD of "The Illusionist" at us, saying it was one he enjoyed a lot, and pressed, "Take it home, watch it. If you bring it back, you bring it back, if you don't, you don't." Carl is one nice guy.
1) Six months ago, I had just moved to the city and was living in a cheap Chinatown hotel while I looked for apartments. I met a girl that lived nearby and we ran around together for a bit, exploring the neighborhood. I knew her for all of three days before she offered her rent-free air mattress to crash on, and I accepted. Nice.
The teller of this story offered it up as evidence for what she thought was a pretty unique phenomenon- a major U.S. city with people who can actually be nice to one another.
Hmm. Yeah, I guess I'll buy it. To be sure, there are many not-so-nice moments (my ladyfriend's car was broken into two weeks ago while it was parked just a crackpipe's throw away from my front door), but if I think about it, I can come up with a handful of situations I have been involved in that were made blogworthy by a little bit o' San Francisco Nice.
Top Three.
3) I walked across the bar one night to pick up a $20 bill directly underneath a woman sitting on a stool, tapped her on the shoulder, and gave her back what she dropped. She thanked me enthusiastically, and I returned to my table. Ten minutes later, she was at my table to thank me again, this time with a shot of single-malt scotch. Nice lady.
2) The roommate and I went out one night in search of a specific seedy little establishment that is known for its surly, jaded, and unpredictable bartender (he kicked a guy out into the street for playing Dylan on the jukebox, the online review warned). We found the place, cautiously took seats at the bar, and oh-so-respectfully ordered drinks from the big buy across from us. Carl introduced himself with handshakes, guessed correctly that it was our first time at his place, and then spent the next two hours charming us. The bar was mostly empty, and it seemed he got bored easily, so he stayed busy by telling us dirty jokes, yelling insults at people walking past the open front door, and sliding us free 7 ounce bottles of MGD every fifteen minutes. He told me I really should see Jersey Boys while it's running at the theater down the street, and then made me take a tequila shot with him. He threw the DVD of "The Illusionist" at us, saying it was one he enjoyed a lot, and pressed, "Take it home, watch it. If you bring it back, you bring it back, if you don't, you don't." Carl is one nice guy.
1) Six months ago, I had just moved to the city and was living in a cheap Chinatown hotel while I looked for apartments. I met a girl that lived nearby and we ran around together for a bit, exploring the neighborhood. I knew her for all of three days before she offered her rent-free air mattress to crash on, and I accepted. Nice.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Did You Hear The One About Laura Being A Drunk?
I had a late night last night- more of a morning, really, involving Trivial Pursuit, pizza, card games, and lots and lots of wine. This morning (Editor's Note- OKAY, afternoon) as I was in the cab coming home from The Boy's house, the cab driver- an Armenian-looking guy in his 40's- looked pointedly at the red wine dribbles on the front of my white t-shirt.
"Rough night?" He asked. I nodded, not as embarrassed as you'd expect. He heaved an enormous sigh. "Yeah, me too."
"Rough night?" He asked. I nodded, not as embarrassed as you'd expect. He heaved an enormous sigh. "Yeah, me too."
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Awesome SF: Euro Tourist Edition
I usually do not enjoy European tourists--they are masters of the Sidewalk Roadblock downtown and that really peeves me. However, today I saw a group of women lazily walking down Market sporting some awesome Bedazzled shirts. One 40-ish woman was wearing a black v-neck with "Who's Who" splayed across the chest in white, her equally 40-ish friend was sporting a white tee with "Stress + Fun" in big, pink letters dominating the front side (I hope the back said "= Drinking", but it didn't) and one of the 40-ish's daughters was rocking the ever classy "Playboy" zip up hoodie. Love it.
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