This week seemed to fly by. Wednesday we had all sorts of buckets of stupid at work, and then I went out with My Monster to see this Baroque concert. On our way my old couch surfer Kevin bumped into us, and then joined us for the concert. He's doing so well, I'm really happy to see him doing this well. He's a composer, and he has 3 concerts for his music coming up, as well as interviewing for this teaching job for SF Opera.
The concert was good, we all enjoyed ourselves. Kevin left at intermission so meet up with a boy in Castro. Once the concert was over My Monster and I went home and cuddled up under the covers.
And now it's a few days later... I forget how many, and now I'm drunk. weee! Lets see where this goes.
So on Friday My Monster got tickets to this goth show in Oakland. He's played the bands for me before, and I liked them well enough, but not well enough to remember names. We headed to Oakland after I got off work and got Nations for dinner. While there we randomly ran into one of our fellow goths, who was out with norm friends and not going to the concert we were, funny enough.
After chitchat in line and then food, we made our way to the concert. It was raining when we arrived, 30min after the doors were SUPPOSE to be open. A hour and fifteen minutes after the doors were suppose to open, they finally did. I was less than pleased.
So after finally getting in to this event, we find out there's more fuckery a foot. There are 2 events going on in this space tonight, our goth concert, and this event called Hood Slam. Normally there is an inside hallway that connects the two rooms together, but not tonight. Oh, and guess what? The ONLY bars to this event are on the Hood Slam side. Oh, and double guess what?! No cups outside. So you have to walk around to Hood Slam, buy your drinks and drink them, and then go back to the concert you paid for. I was roaring fucking pissed by the time we found this out.
Now, I've been to this venue a few times before. It seems every time it's a "real" event, aka, not a homegrown local event, they manage to compound their stupidity. I saw Gary Numan at this same venue, and it was also an ordeal. After this raging stupidity I am not going back. My Monster made it totally tolerable, but fucking gods, never again.
Our couple of stints in the other room for Hood Slam were conflicted at best. That room had all the bars, so there's that, but it also had a crap ton of people and badly done 80's style classic WWF wrestling. And when I say badly done, we're talking bad form, half-assed tricks, even worse (aka forgettable) personalities, and soap opera plot lines. The most memorable part of that stupidity was the growling metal music that used for theme music and walk-ins, and Juiced Lee, who was the only wrestler out of 4 who had any form to speak of. The match we were subjected to was Jocks VS Nerds, old skoo 80's style.
Saturday I went out with Seg to wine country. He owed friends of his a wedding gift from over a year ago, from before he got laid off from his last job, and he asked me to come along for the trip and fun. I've never been "serious" wine tasting before, so I was looking forward to the new experience.
The first winery we went to was a cozy-homey sorta place. The owners were doing the tasting, and there were a couple other groups who were there, and everyone was just hanging out in a sitting room. I loved how this place was covered in money. People had left small bills and stapled them to the walls after writing little bits about themselves on them first. The whole tasting room was covered, all 4 walls and the ceiling.
We went to a store with a deli attached after that for lunch. The catch here was it was pouring rain and there's no inside seating. So after getting our sandwiches, we were forced to eat them in the car. It was terribly amusing sitting in such a snooty part of the area eating sandwiches in the car. After that we were off to Grgich, which is the snootiest wine related place I have ever been.
Apparently this winery was founded by a guy who was such a wineo he managed to pick the exact grape they use in Croatia while in the US, without any formal access to what they use in Croatia. We managed to get the tasting for free because Seg's parents are part of their wine club. I think I might get my parents a membership, we'll see how it goes. Anyway, after the tasting, the only bottle out of the batch I had interest in buy was the most expensive one. Just not interested in spending that sorta money on booze that's not my normal preference.
Apparently this entry just keeps going. Yet another day, and so, another page break.
Sunday My Monster and I went to a dagger fighting class down in the South Bay. It was loads of fun, and my arm is still sore and bruised. I managed to scare the piss out of a monstrous 14 year old boy. When we faced off the first time he was totally cocky, until I attacked him once. After that he couldn't even take full swings at me without flinching.
I suppose this is no longer a quick update, but oh well. Such is my life.
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