saturday in the city
at around 6:00pm, danny and i stopped in blue fin on north, to dine on fresh sushi. most notably, was the appetizer known as the heart attack... a dish that danny dare not taste. picture two fresh jalepaños stuffed with spicy tuna and cream cheese, cut into slivers and topped with spicy mayo and other peppery secret ingredients... i was sweating after the first little taste. the fish was very fresh, and it was decently priced. it's been such a long time since i've eaten there, but it won't be long til the next time.
after stuffing ourselves, it was now time for some alcohol. having been a beautiful morning/afternoon, we thought that al fresco drinking would be in order, however it was freezing out. we found a couple seats at the bar in northside and slowly down a couple drinks while watching the spurs vs. suns game. al and chuck showed up to eat their dinner and catch up with us. some time close to 9:00pm we made our way to plan b.
plan b is such a bad name for a club. it's like, 'well, our good plans fell through, so why not just go to plan b?', or something like that. it seems really negative. on the contrary, the place was packed. our buddy, golden owns it and it was our first time to visit. the interior design left something to be desired, and the music was inconsistent, however overall, it was a pretty good crowd.
maybe that was because we had over 20 guests in chuck's honor. some of the attendees that i can remember seeing were: j legg, ivy, jojo, golden, niko, nate, rich, terry, mceldowney, dave, emma, tim, dar, jim, phuc, mark, and nicole, some girl from college that used to live in bromley hall with us. i think mceldownedy made out with her once.
we did some shots, drank, and danced to sometimes cool, sometimes lame music. we took shitloads of pictures and i fell in love with the waitress who looked like a mixture of jamie lynn spears and kristy swanson (in pretty in pink, not buffy). timmy took a picture of her on my camera... i should post it here.
at some point, someone decided that we should move to the next spot.
that spot was debonair, the home of elitist indie rocker wannabes, with big hair and skinny jeans. the music was eccentric and mostly indiscernible, hard to dance to, but easy to sort of shake to... like you're having a seizure. there were videos being projected onto three walls in the place, with bold text reading 'passion', 'indulgence', and 'ecstasy'. it was kind of like being in the museum of contemporary art staring at some new installation and listening to a dj drop 30 ipods into a blender, afer hitting play on all of them. fun and strange, and again we took hundreds of pictures here.
the night ended with a bite to eat, across the six corners, at flash taco. dan settled for a cheese pizza slice, but gave me the cheese, which i promptly put on my chicago style hot dog. everyone else ate their mexican goodies, and we wished each other well, as we called it a night.
after stuffing ourselves, it was now time for some alcohol. having been a beautiful morning/afternoon, we thought that al fresco drinking would be in order, however it was freezing out. we found a couple seats at the bar in northside and slowly down a couple drinks while watching the spurs vs. suns game. al and chuck showed up to eat their dinner and catch up with us. some time close to 9:00pm we made our way to plan b.
plan b is such a bad name for a club. it's like, 'well, our good plans fell through, so why not just go to plan b?', or something like that. it seems really negative. on the contrary, the place was packed. our buddy, golden owns it and it was our first time to visit. the interior design left something to be desired, and the music was inconsistent, however overall, it was a pretty good crowd.
maybe that was because we had over 20 guests in chuck's honor. some of the attendees that i can remember seeing were: j legg, ivy, jojo, golden, niko, nate, rich, terry, mceldowney, dave, emma, tim, dar, jim, phuc, mark, and nicole, some girl from college that used to live in bromley hall with us. i think mceldownedy made out with her once.
we did some shots, drank, and danced to sometimes cool, sometimes lame music. we took shitloads of pictures and i fell in love with the waitress who looked like a mixture of jamie lynn spears and kristy swanson (in pretty in pink, not buffy). timmy took a picture of her on my camera... i should post it here.
at some point, someone decided that we should move to the next spot.
that spot was debonair, the home of elitist indie rocker wannabes, with big hair and skinny jeans. the music was eccentric and mostly indiscernible, hard to dance to, but easy to sort of shake to... like you're having a seizure. there were videos being projected onto three walls in the place, with bold text reading 'passion', 'indulgence', and 'ecstasy'. it was kind of like being in the museum of contemporary art staring at some new installation and listening to a dj drop 30 ipods into a blender, afer hitting play on all of them. fun and strange, and again we took hundreds of pictures here.
the night ended with a bite to eat, across the six corners, at flash taco. dan settled for a cheese pizza slice, but gave me the cheese, which i promptly put on my chicago style hot dog. everyone else ate their mexican goodies, and we wished each other well, as we called it a night.
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