17th
48 hour day
I ended up crashing at my friend’s place this weekend (the BART stops running at 12:15 EVERY night, which basically kills my social life). My friend’s apartment is much nicer than mine, but directly over a nightclub that plays endless techno. The whole floor shakes in tune to the beat until roughly 4am. Luckily, I was too drunk to notice and successfully passed out around 3am. Sunday was beautiful. It was east coast mid-May weather. We stumbled to a cafe for breakfast and ran into a mutual friend and spent the rest of the day just walking around the city. We both forgot entirely about St. Pat’s and only caught on upon entering packed bar after packed bar in the Castro. A shot of Jameson’s was $3 a pop. A lovely day, all in all.
