July 28, 2005

Wow. I am so tired. I wanted to write this amazing post about the bus trip down south (Greyhound officially changes its name to Hellhound once it gets south of the border- fact: the majority of greyhound employee in the states are sociopaths).

And about the San Fransisco conservatory of flowers. Here are some photos thanks to metagrrl on flickr.

And a pile of other stuff, like how Niki and Dav got married this week at city hall with two witnesses and sent me some lovely photos... thanks dudes next time just elope - it'll be less of a shock. Holy mazel tov.

(There, I mentioned it - I hope that's what you meant Niki)

I can't do it, I am about to fall over and sleep right here in front of the computer. I wonder if I should try to get out to the two events I wanted to try and see tonight. A ladies bar up the street from my crash called the Lexington, or an indie rock show (a band called Pony Boy at a place called the make-out club. Quoting cisco, "If you get lost just stop someone and ask them the way to the make-out club" to my raised eyebrow he responds, "oh yeah I see your point." except I think he just thinks canadians are prudes.

Except I am so tired.... Okay maybe if I take a nap for an hour... I have been doing way to o much sleeping on buses and not enough on beds, is the truth.

Addendum: on listening to this song I am going to have a little lie down and try my hardest to get to the show. This Pony Boy sounds a lot like stuff I would have loved several years ago (mean red spiders et al) which is a good thing today I think.

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