Sunday, July 11, 2004

Saturday Strangeness

It feels like Yesterday did not really happen. It's all a blue-gold jumble of mid-July San Francisco brightness and breeze and tentative warmth - the kind of day we Bay Areans spend eagerly in tank tops and shorts that are usually worn but thrice a year, interpreting the smiling sun as equivalent to actual warmth, and paying no mind to the shivering groups of windbreaker-clad, sunglass-sporting tourists.

We arrived for Pirata's birthday around 4pm, and refilled the cooler with more bottles of beer, and the boys immediately began to recreate brazilian-style marinated grilled meat. They were quite successful, eventually cutting off thin, rosy-pink bite-sized slices of the large steak, nearly still bloody in some instances. And the rest of the afternoon dissolved into dusk, and then to dark, and one of the highlights I clearly remember was Leo's dog Gino, trotting around and looking for every opportunity to scavenge food, barking heartily -- and sometimes tentatively -- to better communicate to the silly humans that he, too, needed meat. I stayed until darkness fell and Nora and Brian arrived and we left for Amnesia.

The last time I was at Amnesia was during that marathon evening, and it was just as I remembered it: small, and hot and close and lit with a reddish glow. We met up with Nora's Joelster and his friend Kelly and witnessed a couple of hippies getting their groove on, as well as a rather sudden striptease that consisted of a tall lanky rather arhythmic blonde boy who removed his sedate khakis to reveal -- silver boxer shorts lashed together somehow with black leather(?) laces, and ... black socks. We dropped countless drinks and towards the end of the evening I began to sneeze rather violently, signalling that the time had come to call it a night.

Strange Saturday, indeed...

posted by claudine |Added at 2:30 PM| | personal