That smelly guy

I was so well behaved on Second Saturday till about 11pm.

I had worked all day until about 6, whereupon I had a glass of wine and helped out at SN&R with their Sammies retrospective. Next month, SN&R will have a photo exhibit, featuring some local shutterbugs, myself included. And Shoka. The Alkali Flats played in the parking lot, which was great. I really think we could maximize the parking lot and make a great venue out of it.

Cuffs was fun though after having a whiskey at 1/2 bottle of Healdsburg merlot I started to smell the fate that was to become. I left with a friend whose dog, Weird, walked us around Midtown near Old Soul and then back around to Olipom.

Afterward was when the trouble began. I partook with some pals on the way to the Town House and then proceeded to stuff the leftovers in my pocket (I just wrote "leftoeuvres"). So there I was all danked out running around dancing saying hi to people when finally ES comes up and is like "You reek!" Thanks ES. Sometime between Roger spinning "Are u gonna go my way?" and "Dirty deeds" I called it a night.

As for the Town House, it was fun but I think the crowd and the scene really has me down. I'd rather just stay at home eating some of my tamales, which I've been making nonstop. I've even been putting Spanish cheese in the tamales. What the hell is wrong with me?!