This is the kind of week I'm having: it's Thursday, and I'm only now getting around to posting about last Saturday. Oy.
But on the upside, it was fun! Jennifer and I arrived late to a cookout in Bunny Medow in Golden Gate park and cooked an obscene amount of dead chicken, pig, and cow. We ducked out to get to the TMBG show not long after pawning off the last of the kebabs and sausage onto our friends. At one point someone tried to stage dive in the middle of "Particle Man". Needless to say, in a group of mid-thirties deeply unhip white people, stage diving seems like a better idea than it really is. The poor sap who inflicted back injuries on himself was then soundly mocked by the band for like 3 minutes. Both insult and injury seemed well deserved. My evening was made when TMBG did "Experimental Film". Haven't been able to get that song out of my head in days.
Later we went to the last of Heather's fabulous parties (she even had a DJ!). She's moving out of the city, and will be sorely missed by us all. Oh the things we do for love.