I've had an interesting week. I went to San Francisco for the first time. I went to my first dance club with a live dj. I guess he was a big deal, but the thing is techno all kinda sounds the same after a while. But it was a good time. One of my roommates made out with a random girl at the club and another took a shot out of a homeless guy's bottle of vodka. It was awesome. I took a picture in front of the Full House house. I saw the fireworks on Pier 39 and had clam chowder. I went to the beach and had a delicious breakfast at a little cafe. I fired one of my technicians. I went on a date with someone that I am actually remotely interested in. I bought a pair of green jeans. I bought a pair of jeans that had a hole ripped in the crotch for twenty. And three other pairs. I tried on my first pair of skinny jeans and didn't hate them. I helped push this kid out of the middle of the highway that had totaled his car and very shaken and confused. I cooked delicious pork chops and brussel sprouts. I watched a lot of Grey's Anatomy. I am getting better at Rock Band and I'm a little embarrassed about it. I got a new phone (against my will). I drove over the Golden Gate Bridge. I installed for a big gay guy who talked to me about a little more than I really wanted to, and another for a cute girl about my age. I ate a lot of Hostess doughnuts.
And on that note, here's some pictures.
I don't know if watching that video will ever get old to me.