Thanks to good ol' Jesus Christ, our office closed early on Friday! I'm still fuzzy on the details of Good Friday, but I know it involves crucifixion and death and rebirth and all those fun things. So to celebrate, I headed over to my sister's house (because some lucky bastards had the WHOLE day off) and watched a terrible episode of the new Top Model. Seriously, can anyone under 90 pounds be a model? Cuz I'm hard pressed to think of another time when I've seen so much fug in one place. But I digress. Julia and I then headed to our favorite comfort spot of all time (besides the relocated Academy of Sciences and Mechanical Museum) - The Balboa Theater. No, this is not the lame Balboa Cafe of drunken Marina grossness. This is the most valuable gem the Richmond has to offer - the best, comfiest, oldest, mustiest movie theater around. We saw "Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day" and it brought the warm and fuzzies like a good viewing of "Anne of Green Gables." Don't think I can't hear you all snickering. Jerks. Anyway, the movie was fantastic, amazing, beautiful, and Amy Adams is the greatest thing to happen to Young Hollywood since...uh...okay, it's been a long time since anything good has happened there. Love her.
Friday night was a festive celebration of my friend Tiffiny's b-day. Lots of drinks, lots of dancing, and lots of good times. It is here that I would like to bestow the prestigious Cab Driver of the Week award to my unnamed Russian chauffeur. I picked up on his Soviet Dad vibe right away, and we proceeded to chat in my native (sorta) tongue for the whole drive. He even told me my accent wasn't that bad! He hails from Tashkent, Uzbekistan and has been here in the US for 10 years. He definitely said a whole bunch of shit in Russian that was far too advanced for my limited understanding, but I smiled and nodded, and hopefully didn't unknowingly consent to marry his son or something.
Saturday was a slightly hungover day of cleaning and chores. I spent some quality time with my guiltiest pleasure of all time, "Stori Telling" by Tori Spelling. Amazing - don't judge!! Around 7, my dear Shana and I headed to Japan Town to get sushi. Imagine my fascination, excitement and general stupified reaction to discover there is now an entire room dedicated only to Japanese sticker machines. There were at least 10 different photo booths that convert your picture into a Hello Kitty-fied, technicolor sticky pic to adorn...um, your Trapper Keeper or locker? I definitely plan on making a return trip with my sister so I can customize my personal checks and resume with my face. Just kidding. Kinda.
Anyway, after a fantastic sushi experience, Shana and I headed to the Independent to check out Vampire Weekend. My boss and I had both accidentally scored tickets for a client, so being the amazing boss he is, he told me to take advantage of the perks my job offers and just snag a pair of tickets for myself. And who am I to argue with authority? So my grateful date and I got some pretty cool VIP access to the balcony and checked out the unfortunate disaster that was Yacht - the opening act. Their entire show seemed to be generated out of a Mac Book positioned at the corner of the stage, and when it crashed, they sorta lost momentum. They had to stop and awkwardly pander for a good 10 minutes while the computer re-booted. Ouch. I don't handle public humiliation of others well. But after all that, Vampire Weekend took the stage at around 10:30 and totally proved me wrong. I had been really hesitant to jump on their bandwagon for some reason, even though they were on SNL and appeared on the cover of my magazine last month. But they were adorable, energetic, charming, and sounded amazing live. I'm currently obsessing over the album, and am bitter to discover the lead singer has a girlfriend (gossip courtesy of my boss). But I admit my mistake, and now agree that I should've probably been on the V.W. bandwagon long ago. Happy?
Since we called it an early-ish night on Saturday (definitely the second weekend in a row I made it home before my parents. Wow.), I was energized and motivated to get off my ass on Sunday. I reunited with Shanana and we headed to Ocean Beach for a long, awesome, tiring walk at Land's End. It was an uncharacteristically gorgeous day, and I have photographic evidence to prove it (see below). The rest of the day was spent getting a much needed pedicure from mom, reading my beloved Tori book, and watching a terrible episode of "Dirt." Good weekend!!
Below is the proof that I didn't hermit myself for three days.
This is the hazy madness of Friday:
Here is my mom looking like a friggin' supermodel on her way to a birthday dinner:
And here is my dad, also looking very model-esque:
And finally, proof that my side of the city does see sun:
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