rain is on the way. 37 minutes to be exact. but who knows with SF. it seems the weatherman havent a clue as to how to predict our weather. moped monday, negative. sleep, definitely.

if i had it my way i would relive this past weekend everyday. damn.

friday night. electro city. buckshot. creatures. dj white and brown. drunk. beyond. everyone danced their ass off. most of it was a blur. i woke up with bruises all over. no idea.

saturday day. berkeley with anne. smoke. i gave anne a paul simon lesson. we flopped around the street of telegraph during some sort of fair. bought a bong and a dream catcher. hot tub to follow. we all met up at heather and allens. g and i cleared a handle of patron. didnt hit me till the sweater party. drugs. g and i ended up in a closet trying on peoples clothes and spray painting C.O.t.L. on the wall. apparently he woke up with someone elses clothes on. who knows what was going through our heads. i could barley breath from laughing so hard. i've come to realize while drunk, graham and i have gone from arch nemicists to partners in crime. the rest of the night went like this:

dance
dance off
drunken flirting
drunken kissing
pushing
shoving
more dancing
more drinking
more drugs
cops
coldest ride on a moped in my entire life
getting yelled at by the cops for cutting them off
me drunkenly apologizing with a hand wave and a thumbs up
restless sleep.