So tonight we went to see some girl (so lame i can't even remember her name, i'm trying to drown out her horrible dancing now with some underoath...im drowning in my sleep: repeat) with an awesome support band. We unfortunately got these seats so that wherever I were to look, i could at least see 40% of her dancing. Picture this: a lady on stage with enough make-up for an ensemble of dancers in Southern Stars, a fake flower in her hair representing Hawai, a dress so tight that i'm surprised her belly didn't implode and the wrong kind of confidence to dance non-stop for an entire hour awkwardly with not even enough rhythm to tap one toe. Okay maybe it doesn't sound that bad, but for an entire hour she sang and 'Danced'. Anyway -
Today we had our own thing, walked to the Guitar Centre in San Francisco (obviously) then walked back, avoiding the tender area known as the tenderloin (named such because back when meat was delicious and yummy, cops would get paid a lot for working in such a bad area, so they'd use their significantly higher pay checks to buy nice tender tenderloins. So they decided, I guess, to name the place after the meat they ate.) and skirting our way back to Union Square. Where I did a bit of roaming...
Apple Store
Levi Store
Nike Store
Vans Store
Sketchers Store
Panda Express for lunch
Americans really do have the take away down-pat.
So my nights here are nice and comfy, but very noisy, as i sleep right next to the window (no issue at all there, love the cool breeze) so I always hear trucks at 3am dumping, picking and dropping their load all over my face. mmm that sounds a bit off...twas metaphor of sound.
these are the things I'll remember.
Anyway I'm gonna watch a video of an awesome drummer we saw the other night...
peace.

Woo panda express!
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