Man, I had a rough night getting up. After work I met with some old friends at an
SF speakeasy that serves überfancy classic cocktails downtown in a hellhole of a neighborhood. We ended up spending about $40-$50 each on drinks and only $10 on food at dinner afterward at the 24-hour Naan & Curry house nearby. The usual city Paki restaurant with Muslim owners where you order your alcohol to accompany your dinner in a paper bag from the dive-mart across the street and bring it over to your table.
Then I walked a friend back to her car parked on Jones Street and got a serious eyeful at only 11:30 at night: about a dozen brothers hanging out at the street corner nearby, half of them rolling around on the ground tripping out on some kind of drugs. And we skirt them just enough to run smack into the most gleaming white Amazon prostitute I have ever seen, with her ample boobs coming out of the top of her tube top like something I haven't seen since videos of the Japanese tsunami. So naturally, she looks at the two of us like we're the freaks of the neighborhood. See my friend off to her car and then walk the few blocks to the subway with a few extra steps to avoid some of the street dwellers... what a circus.
Get home and crash. Wake up with a bit of a hangover. I gotta get to work now. :sick: