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hoveringsombrerothe fray ....
it was nothing like the fray day i went to before.
this year was at the victoria (dunno about the times between now and when i went)
the one i went to (4?) was at the cell
oh no wonder! i just looked at fray day four on the site
it was a bigger deal than usual, art festival as well that year.
until i was too drunk to pay attention and we wandered off for sushi, frayday 4 seemed very much like someone's giant nifty livingroom where people would just take turns talking in the front. rather informal, very warm and social-y. a bar, tables with free wine, like 2 tables of free stickers and stuff (i had a fray day sticker on my laptop for a while)
and lots of fun, strange art stuff "i came out of the closet at fray day 4"
this explains why i was confused.
i'm sure it would have been fine if i'd known it was going to be something different then i was expecting.
anyway, i had to work at 7am on Sunday morning, so biff and i left. i was going to go straight to the bart station, but biff had wanted to take a glimpse of pac bell park.
he had no idea where it was, so we ended up lost in san fransico for a couple hours.
put me on my feet in that city and i can get anywhere
put me in a car and i have no fucking clue.
finally i said, just take me to the embarcadaro bart station, i'm pretty sure i can get us that direction even in a car.
i did.
and oh shit! there's pac bell park!
oh look traffic hell!
after getting stuck up in that for a while, and gawking at the hugeness of pac bell park out the car windows. we just went back to the 16 and mission station and i went home
got 3 hours of sleep and felt like shit the next day at work, joy!
so hopefully today is my last day of work there, yay!
it was nothing like the fray day i went to before.
this year was at the victoria (dunno about the times between now and when i went)
the one i went to (4?) was at the cell
oh no wonder! i just looked at fray day four on the site
it was a bigger deal than usual, art festival as well that year.
until i was too drunk to pay attention and we wandered off for sushi, frayday 4 seemed very much like someone's giant nifty livingroom where people would just take turns talking in the front. rather informal, very warm and social-y. a bar, tables with free wine, like 2 tables of free stickers and stuff (i had a fray day sticker on my laptop for a while)
and lots of fun, strange art stuff "i came out of the closet at fray day 4"
this explains why i was confused.
i'm sure it would have been fine if i'd known it was going to be something different then i was expecting.
anyway, i had to work at 7am on Sunday morning, so biff and i left. i was going to go straight to the bart station, but biff had wanted to take a glimpse of pac bell park.
he had no idea where it was, so we ended up lost in san fransico for a couple hours.
put me on my feet in that city and i can get anywhere
put me in a car and i have no fucking clue.
finally i said, just take me to the embarcadaro bart station, i'm pretty sure i can get us that direction even in a car.
i did.
and oh shit! there's pac bell park!
oh look traffic hell!
after getting stuck up in that for a while, and gawking at the hugeness of pac bell park out the car windows. we just went back to the 16 and mission station and i went home
got 3 hours of sleep and felt like shit the next day at work, joy!
so hopefully today is my last day of work there, yay!
