If It Feels Good Do It

Thank you for the warm feedback regarding my previous post.

This time I will tell you about all three days of my two day weekend.

A GOOD TIME

Last Friday, as in a few days ago, I was planning on taking it easy. Mainly I just wanted to rest up for the next weekend. Oh yeah, that reminds me, it’s time for an Ian Bowman exclusive report.

IAN BOWMAN EXCLUSIVE REPORT

I’m going to Vegas next weekend (the weekend of the June 28th).

Oh, and I’ve got quite an itinerary lined up.

This concludes the Ian Bowman exclusive report.

WHERE WAS I?

Oh yeah, I was in my room calling Ross last Friday. Did he want to get a bite to eat and participate in my low key Friday night?

Apparently he did not.

“No, I already ate. Oh, but yeah, a little while later my friend is coming over with two of her friends. We’re going to San Francisco. First we’ll get drunk and then we’ll go to a strip club. You know, you’re welcome to come along.”

Previously I had been thinking low key. Now I was thinking “Note to self: for a good time, call Ross.”

THE ACTUAL EVENTS

We got drunk at Tosca Cafe. It’s the same bar that I met Gavin Newsom at a few years ago.

Then we went to Little Darlings strip club. It was alright. One thing I hate about strip clubs in San Francisco is you can’t drink inside.

Then we went to a smoke shop across the street from Toscas and smoked hookah for about an hour.

Then we got more drunk.

Then we did other stuff.

No wait, first we did other stuff, then we got more drunk.

Then we went back to San Mateo and ate, well, breakfast at Heidi’s Pies.

I finally got back to my apartment and went to sleep at 6:30 a.m.

It was not the prototypical low key Friday.

THE BAD BOYS OF BOATING

Ross and I already had plans to go to San Francisco on Saturday night. I mean like, since two weeks ago. We made the plans along with a co-worker and good friend of mine. I won’t tell you his name because I doubt he wants to be publicly affiliated with me.

The Saturday plans were Saturday evening plans, though. The only other thing on the itinerary that I asked Ross to help me with was to move my boat. We needed to move it from a Hayward storage lot to an undisclosed street in San Mateo. I would park my boat on the street and therefore strategically avoid having to pay.

Towing a boat is kind of stressful, even under favorable conditions. I’ll add a personal note to the previous generic statement. It’s especially stressful to tow a boat when I have a hangover and the boat has to be towed across a nine mile bridge.

In the blazing Hayward heat we prepped the boat for transport. I made sure the cover was tied down to the outside of the boat, and I made sure that nothing would fly out from the inside.

About one fourth of the way over the bridge, the boat cover tore in half and a bunch of stuff flew out from the inside. I do not recommend towing a boat over the San Mateo bridge. Let me add a personal note to that generic statement. That is the last fucking time I ever do that shit again. Every single time I tow a boat over the San Mateo bridge the damn cover rips in half.

The front part of the cover was still attached and tied down firmly to the boat, but the rear part was literally hanging on by a thread. I drove in the slowest lane and the back part of the boat cover was blowing into the lane on my left.

By far, and as usual with regard to towing or moving something with a pick-up truck, the worst part was the people who would slowly pass and stare at us in confused disbelief. I’m not sure what the people were thinking exactly, since I’m not a psychic. Just kidding, I am a psychic. What the people I were thinking was “What the fuck are these idiots doing?”

But, we made it to San Mateo. After successfully parking the boat and an making an impromptu boat cover purchase, it was time to party.

MORE ACTUAL EVENTS

Four of us, including Ross and myself, drove to the city. All software engineers.

First we went to The Cellar. I liked it. They had a few bars and two dance floors. One of the dance floors played old-school 80s music.

If you want to see a bunch of white dorks et al dancing like white dorks, I recommend you check out the Cellar and in particular, the old-school 80s dance floor.

Then we went to Ruby Skye. They had a guest House DJ there from Europe and it took a while to get in. Once we got in though, we went nuts. They didn’t close until about 5. This is California so unfortunately they stopped serving at 2. Given the amount of other substances present though, that didn’t seem to matter much to anyone.

Then we had breakfast at Dennys.

I finally got back to my apartment and went to sleep at 6:30 a.m.

It was not a prototypical low key Saturday.

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE

Or well, there will be. I haven’t really got to Sunday yet but I’ll just stop here since this entry is getting too long. Plus I need to go to work and impersonate an ordinary, average, boring fucking person.

I’ll tell you the rest in the next post.

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