I know what you're thinking. Monday night shenanigans? WTF?
Let's just say that yesterday I received some interesting news from my boss regarding that fact that he (and thus myself) may be relocating to San Francisco. He's seriously considering an offer at UCSF. It was all a bit much to process. I mean, I'm excited at the prospect of moving to a new city, especially one as cool as San Francisco. But at the same point in time, it would probably add a year onto my thesis research, it's really expensive up there, and I feel like I just got this town figured out. Anyways.
That was my mindset when I dropped in at the Whistlestop after picking up some groceries at Gala Foods last night. The premise was to say hi to Kasey and maybe have one drink. But Pete was kind enough to show up to keep me company (as I put it, "so I'm not that girl trying to distract the bartender while he's trying to do his job"). And somehow one drink turned into two and a tequila shot. Ouch.
But we ended up sticking around long enough to catch Debaser, which is basically an open mic for people wanting to read aloud from their teenage journals/diaries. It was even more hilarious than I had imagined. One girl even wore her varsity jacket while she was reading. It's funny to hear how all-important and sophisticated people thought they were at that age. I'm going to have to go looking through all my old stuff at my parents' house when I'm home in May for my cousin's wedding. Pete was also inspired, and may end up doing a reading at the next Debaser, which I believes happens at the end of next month.
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