In Search of a Sharpie

   Yesterday, Saturday, Chad van Shoelace had convinced me to meet him at Starbucks at 1pm, so I walked the league or so from my apartment to there. I think Chad likes to patronize Starbucks as a philosophical counterstrike against the many who are biased against it due to (accurate!) perceptions of it being a massive impersonal corporate infection of the world. Mindless yuppies like the smarmy inoffensive appearance of Starbucks, persons who fear corporate sterilization of the world loathe starbucks, and Chad makes me meet him there because he is a jerk. (=

   Somehow it was eventually 4pm, and I decided to stop by Allan's because I had lost my sharpie there last night. The sharpie was not to be found, but evidence of it could still be found on Allan's two friends who had been passed out the night before. Arriving there I was immediately inducted into drinking mojitos and making dry ice bombs (and putting dry ice in mojitos!). We watched a really silly movie called Mean Guns (one of those movies where people regularly sneak up on eachother by hiding off-camera in an area that should be in plain sight of the characters on camera).
   I ended up hanging out there until we all went to this party off Duke in the evening. Then we went to a party off Colgate (AKA Toothpaste Street, just around the corner from Duke). Allan was shocked to find the armchair he'd put out on the curb three years ago was now happily residing in the livingroom of this house.
   Nikki and some others eventually caught up with us there. Later ten of us somehow piled into Allan's sedan (two in the trunk!) and conveyed ourselves to Nikki's apartment in Greystone (all you really need to know about these locations is they're all close together in East Davis. Well, you don't really need to know that even unless you're obsessive about visualizing the whole thing).
   People played poker there and otherwise goofed around. After an hour or so of that I decided I ought to visit Gabi in South Davis, so I said my goodbyes and left on foot. I think it was about two miles. En route I crossed this overcrossing over the 80.

   This Morning (Sunday) I was not looking forward to the two leagues I'd have to walk to get home. Fortunately, when I called Allan to find out how the rest of his night went he offered to give me a ride.
   This evening I went for pizza at Woodstocks with Davis Citycouncilman Lamar Heystek.

   Tomorrow I have to catch a 5:55am train to arrive in Irvine, Orange County, at 5:06pm. )= Though its always been an 11 hour trainride (for a distance thats 8 hours by car), it used to leave at the slightly less painful time of 7:30am. Fortunately at least I have a ride to the station - Jason just got back from some obscure geology-oriented adventure and has his car with him.


Picture of the Day

   Uploaded a bunch more pictures today, including many of Yellowstone. There are still a lot of Yellowstone and other roadtrip pictures I have yet to put up.

Day 1

Hey so. I've been on a roadtrip around the country. It was pretty cool. I had assumed the whole East Coast would be as developed as California (since after all, They started there first) ... was shocked to find that in fact there's lots of forested area over there. Wtf. California is ugly. I don't get why people are so stoked on it.

Anyway, I thought for kicks I'd recreate the experience by posting my notes on the trip one day at a time. Its like a real time update ... only a month delayed.

So yeah.

Day 1: Jimmy, Betty & Matt picked me up near the end of the first day, having come down from the Bay Area. We continued on to Twentynine Palms, CA, and crashed at a friend Betty's'. The place is a giant Marine Corps base, and they say that "29" is "worse than Iraq."

It looks like this out there.