October 8th, 2000


Drunk on a boat

Yesterday night my company rented a boat for all the people on my project (100+) and set us loose on the bay. The bar was open and the drinks were flowing freely. I had one, and then another, and then another, until at last I couldn't tell whether the boat was rocking or I was. I don't know if you've ever been drunk on a boat before-- if I had to pick one word to describe it I would say "unsteady".

The Giants were playing at Pac Bell Park-- we floated by the stadium. It was surreal-- it looked like an island of people in the middle of nowhere. The stadium lights were tremendously bright in the inky night, and you could hear people roar every time the Giants scored.

After we got off the boat it's kind of hazy-- I remember getting into Alice's car, and mumbling incoherently. We ended up at a club in the Haight called the Top. I can't remember the music too well, which means it was probably bad. But I had a good time-- random conversations with strangers (like this girl named Mecca who was drawn in by my 'Mecca USA' shirt), some spastic dancing, and then later in the evening a slurred meal at Mel's with Alice Alex and Andy (the A-Team, har har) in which we discussed the meaning of life and the meaning of milkshakes and whether these are in some sense fundamentally related. The milkshake was pretty good.


My wrinkly crinkly bag

A good weekend.


Went to see the Asylum Street Spankers in Berkeley. Their live show is a funny mix of old school bluegrass and drug related lyrics. Standout songs were "Scrotum" ("Scrotum / Scrotum / My wrinkly crinkly bag of skin / Scrotum / Scrotum / It's what I keep my testes in") and "Beer" ("Beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer, beer / Beer, beer, beer, beer, we love beer!")

Afterwards we ended up at yet another late night diner where I had yet another milkshake. I have nothing interesting to say about that milkshake. It was cold, frothy. Was it frothy? I'm kind of writing on autopilot now.


Went to the gym (penance for last night's drinking binge) and then we headed up to Berkeley again for Shrey & Mukal's housewarming party. Their place is nice -- old school stove, lots of space, turntables and gizmos. The cats made me sneeze. Got trapped in this interminable conversation with some flakey girl who couldn't remember the name of an obscure French movie she'd seen. Gnawed my own leg off to escape. She was "coyote-boring".


Modest Mouse concert with Elio, at the fabulous Fillmore auditorium. The band came out wearing wigs and fake mustaches, but because I'd never seen them before I thought it was how they actually looked in real life. This caused me to spend the first 20 minutes of the show fretting that I'd really lost touch with the times. ("Is the "Welcome Back Kotter" look back in style now? I totally missed it. Jeez I'm old...") I was relieved, not to mention a little sheepish, when their wigs slipped off.

Even though they didn't play my favorite M.M. song (Heart Cooks Brain), it was still a pretty good show. Not top ten, but I think it's harder for shows to make a big impression on me now that I've seen a lot of them. Tough luck, newcomers.