part one.

the weekend of constant crunkness went pretty well, all in all.� thursday night, i went over to sarah's haus.� she loaned me her "look sharp" badge and put her face on, so we could take pictures.� it was a misty, foggy night in san francisco, and we blasted music while driving past city hall and the opera.� outside a youth hostel in an alleyway across the street from the cat club, we found these beautiful little houses we'd never have expected to exist in that neighborhood.� and we guzzled vodka in the alley.� a beggar addressed me as "buddy holly," and i wondered if he remembered calling me that last new year's eve on the very same block.� "don'tcallmebuddy," i snapped.� we danced around at 1984 with roland and lloyd for a while, then drove around some more, blasted more music, popped into the arrow bar for a little while, met up with hellyn and maly, and went to this dude's house to pick him up and drop him off at someplace where he'd parked his bike.� then off we went, swerving kinda heart attack style on the freeway, to hellyn's warehouse loft.� more crunkness ensued and, next thing we knew, we were still awake with black circles under our eyes at like 10am in the morning, and i was dropping people off at work.

friday night, paul came up from los angeles.� he and sarah came by, and we went to davis to celebrate todd's birthday and liz.b's birthday.� the cops had already broken the party up, issued a citation, and had a car pulled over at the corner.� organ donor called out to the guy in the backseat of the police car as we passed by, "what's going on, dude?"� his friend replied back, "nothing!!"� luckily the party had moved over to another house on the next street, so we watched some bands over there, and went back to todd's and spent the rest of the night listening to totally dusty old stories about wacky college days.� the next morning, we had sushi at a restaurant that sarah insisted is really great because it's dirt cheap.� but the sushi was cut so amateurishly that i still felt gypped when i forked my $9 over.� after a bit of thrifting, and a trip to dairy queen, we spent much of the warm sacramento valley afternoon randomly announcing "aw man... WERKED," "i'm so LETHARGIC," and "fuuuuuuuck, i'm SWISSED."� we'd planned to go to the lamb festival in dixon, but we were simply too werked, lethargic, and swissed.

the fun doesn't stop.� here's part two.