saturday. sleep in. think about the stupidity of drinking. for me, it is all peer pressure / social conformity and not much direct or memorable enjoyment. on top of that, it inspires breakfasts of winchell's egg & cheese bagel sandwiches and chocolate & peanut covered donuts. i went for a haircut downtown and met carole for further entertainment. our goal was s.a.m. and along the way we were distracted by imitations of shopping and stops at cafes (le pichet and virginia inn). the baha to vancouver exhibit was sort of interesting, but was a little too heavy on the interpretation and motivational statements (the promise of utopia, commodification, etc. that apparently is characteristic of "the west", the edge of the country, blah). after downtown, i bussed to fremont to the asian wok to meet (al, malinda, geoff, rachel, tim, whitney, chris) for al's pre-birthday. the restauranteurs played prince throughout our dinner, which included a lazy susan. we went home for a spirited game of taboo. al's dream team won (luckily, i made the cut). later, i tried to ask a question about the spunkyland cats (are they drugged to stay on the platform?), but no one had ever seen or heard of the people with the trained cats who hang out downtown or on broadway soliciting donations for the cat shelter. so i had to explain it, describing the cats in winter costume and the guy dressed in cat costume and the poster of a flying cat. everyone seemed to think that i was making it up.
what exactly happened to november?