Friday, August 31, 2007
Wyatt Riot
Here are some pictures (poached from Bea’s blog) of Wyatt Riot’s show last Friday. It was at Pier 23 which is a bar that they named an entire pier after - talk about unoriginal - and it happens to be next to the bay which is where we play and make things out of clay. It was a damn good time and the alcohol tasted like a giant glass of “freedom” (which is a concept and now also a taste). Damien showed up and convinced the barstaff to concoct a long island iced tea in a bucket because who wants to get a bunch of glasses dirty? 
He then proceeded to allegedly tell the girl I was chatting with that on a scale of 3 to 13, she was a 7. Thanks, buddy. Glad I didn’t even invite you so that you could show up, drink my bonus and insult the girl I am hitting on. Good looking out.
In other news, the Labor Day Ultimate Champies are this weekend with coed up in SF and Open/Women down in Santa Cruz. It should be a pretty solid tournament as usual and if nothing else changes this weekend, I will be living in a place called the Pink Palace when it’s over. Nothing gay about that. Let’s a do a quick recap of my life as a straight male since last spring:
In the beginning, I am in a long-term relationship with a woman (Dr. Welsh) in the heartland.
Then….
1) I move to San Francisco, gay mecca, to “explore something new”.
2) My relationship quickly falls apart.
3) I move to the city to “explore something new.”
4) I begin biking a lot and drinking cocktails when I go out.
5) I move to a bright pink house.
6) I put some of my hanging clothes in the closet.
7) I come out of the closet.
So anyway, I live in a pink house in the Sunset and I love Extreme Frisbee. As Joe Ferrari would say, sweet. (Here’s a picture of me hanging out with my guy friends in San Francisco. That guy in the shades is definitely checking me out.)
“Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he’s carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also he’s carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet. And also, you’re drunk.” -Jack Handey
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September 1st, 2007 at 1:50 pm
good luck with your move into the pink palace. can i call it that?
September 4th, 2007 at 11:41 am
Yeah, that’s what everyone calls it. It’s a frisbee house that has been in the hands of frisbee folk for like 12 years or something. There’s lots of history; there’s a ‘hall of justice’ with pictures of a lot of SF frisbee people…drunk, and there’s a lot of storage space. It’s kinda tight. It’s also 3 block from every single thing on earth, all of which happens to be on Irving St. between 8th and 9th Ave.