Long Busy Weekend of Exhaustion

3 Cities, 3 days.

Friday: Depart Los Angeles early afternoon and escapade northwards towards Santa Cruz. Destination: Stephanie's. Mission: miss Scotland in the company of someone else missing Scotland. Successful.

Saturday morning I left SC for home and a full agenda. Arriving 10:30ish, my mom and I planned for a quick turnaround to go watch the rugby world cup final in a pub in San Francisco. We set off on BART and arrived just about ten minutes after kick off at a pub near the financial district. Informed by a huffy barmaid at the door that the place was full and there was no way we were going to get in, we were told to try a couple of other pubs in town, namely The Abbey. Ten dollars later we arrived at The Abbey and mom held the cab while I checked to see if there was space inside. There was, but there was also a $20 cover charge. Screw that! Back into the taxi and off to our second option which, by this point (almost 40 minutes into the match), would be our last option. Arriving at The Kezar we were informed that it too was full and that we'd best try The Abbey. "Yeah, but they're charging 20 bucks to get in," I told the Irish doorman, looking over his shoulder to the televisions inside. He responded with, "Well it's $20 to get in here too, but we're full so I'm sorry but you'll have to stand back from the door." I scoffed, spun on my heel, and marched down the block with my mom struggling to keep up. Until I realized I was going the wrong way. We doubled back and I gave the stupid Irishman my best indifferent cold shoulder as we passed. I mean, I love rugby, but I have my principles. And England lost, anyway. We ended up going for a couple of drinks and some nachos in the Haight instead.

Back home for dinner and then back into the city for Interpol, one of my favorite bands whom I had never seen before. Opening were Liars, who I found far less than interesting, but nonetheless effectively filled the gap. Fearing our headliners might pull a 'diva stromp' (as I've heard they've been known to do) mother and I braced ourselves with beer, but no need - Interpol took the stage in a timely and stylish fashion. And, lo, it was good. It was great. I've been a massive fan ever since 'Turn on the Bright Lights' came out while I was in high school and seeing them for the first time was pretty much like heaven on earth. No, that's corny. It was like ten thousand birthday cakes at once. In my face. Delicious and overwhelming. I must also take the opportunity to agree with a friend of a friend's comment about singer Paul Banks: "I want to sex his voice!" Thank you, Sara, couldn't put it better myself. I'm not going to dawdle into a full on gig review; I'll just say that they pretty much played every single song of theirs that I love.

Aaaand Sunday, the home stretch of the weekend at home. Intentions told me to get up early and accomplish something, but I resisted and took my sweet time getting away, finally leaving home at 3ish and Norcal around 6. My three hour pause was a lovely visit with an old high school friend who I hadn't seen in years. She's a fashion designer and off to Italy and New York and all sorts of amazing places... and it was wonderful to see her.

So now I'm back and I have a Physics midterm and Prom Dress Rugby tomorrow. Alriiiiiiiight! Pictures to follow.