4. The swilling and swooning...

Yes, there was much drinking done at the ole Lucky 13 with longtime SF buds (and former Western Addition studio roommates of mine, circa 1998) Jeff and Bob (pictured, top), as well as a moderate deal of flirting on my part with the ever-so-charming bar regulars (also pictured, bottom).

3. And the beat goes on...

Of course, I saw lots of other amazing live music that didn't involve Sasha's roommates, like this kickass old band from the '60s called Blue Cheer (some would consider them the pioneers of heavy metal and stoner rock) that put on one of the tightest, rockingest shows (at the Red Devil Lounge--also, a really cool venue) that I've seen in a long time (they completely blow 75% of modern rock bands out of the water); an impromptu rehearsal jam session by a young string sextet (coulda been septet, I forget now) at Mission's uber-hip and marijuana-laden Revolution Cafe; and then there was also this awesome blues guitarist at the Civic Center BART Station.

Because you're miiiine...

Last night at Merchants while nursing Elan's recent heartbreak, we discovered our number three all-time songs (Elan's is Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher," mine is Screamin' Jay Hawkins' "I Put a Spell on You"), met a dude from Chicago who comes out on Amtrak every two weeks for one night only, my phone died shortly after taking this photo inside the bar, some white hip-hop dude was all in my mix, and I am bold enough to declare Duran Duran's "Rio" as my #4.

Okay, now back to the catch-up countdown...

Uh-oh... see, this is exactly what happens...

I'm gonna have to abort mission on the pictoral catching-up for now...

Fuck. Just when I thought I'd try to catch up on this shit and I get beckoned to Merchants dive bar in Oakland to join Elan, who is currently drowning his sorrows after breaking up with his really cute chick in Sacramento... Hmm... this could get scary... (I'll send a photo on this later, I swear).

2. Musical chairs...

Went to many indie rock shows, usually performed by one of Sasha's talented musician roommates, Dan (a very cute drummer with a legion of groupies) and Jen (a very lovely vocalist and cellist who performs in something like 8 or 9 bands in the Bay Area, but yeah, like, not all at the same time).

1. Sharks on crack...

Moved into Sasha's room and met her cute but boisterous friend Alix; tagged along on many drunken 20-something dive bar crawls featuring much air-guitar performed with skinny-jeaned legs, pool-humping with DJs, and bare-breasted photo booth action.

I've been naughty...

Crazy that I can't keep my blog shit regular when I have all this time on my hands. Well, whatever--I figured the best thing I could do for you, my neglected reader friends (or whoever's left, at this point) is provide a pictoral summation, or, a one-sentence play-by-play of what the hell I've been doing in the past month or so... yeah, let's just make it since I moved back to San Francisco at the end of January.


Here we go...