Ok, quick post. It's past 2am and I have to wake up early tomorrow to go pick up erica from SFO (coming back from that little known exotic place I mentioned on my last post.)
Then off to exciting downtown SAN JOSE to hang with Victoria.

Today...clean, clean, clean...move boxes, break boxes (break my back!), cut boxes and more trips to the dumpster in 2 hours than in the last 4 months I've been living here.

Went to Kenny's for "Hot Pot" dinner. It was pretty good. There were a ton of different little dumplings ranging from bright pink to a nice lavander color and (according to Kenny) were all fish balls.

I stuck with meatballs and tempura cause I really think fish don't have balls...or do they??????

Ice cream on a sugar cone was seriously awesome! Even better cause technically it was seconds. We had the same ice cream (sans cone) last night after the (also delicious) bbq.

Clubbing on sat night was interesting. Got this weird drink...went to the bar and said "Can I have a Bombay Martini?". The 12-year old on the other side of the bar looks at me very puzzled so I proceed to explain the punchline..."it's just a regular martini but with Bombay Gin instead of Vodka." It seems like this younger generation has seemed to fail to observe the good old James Bond movies in wich one learns that A REAL MARTINI HAS NO VODKA IN IT, BUT GIN AND A SPLASH OF VERMOUTH. I seriously thought it would be pointless to even start talking to her about the vermouth....I really didn't see a bottle anywhere around...

So the lovely barchild proceeds to make my martini...all of a sudden...she grabs the container where the olives were and ....get this...pours the "olive juices" in my martini glass...and then 2 giant olives. I thought "Ok, maybe this is something new."...needless to say I felt like I was walking around the club sipping from an olive jar...disturbing...

And all this is following a "whisky sour" made with Jack Danniels and some fake-fountain lemon juice....top top it off...in a plastic cup with no sugar on the edges.

The place looked really cool...I think it was an old movie theater turned into a club.

Music sucked, white leather couches were cool and the freak show behind us with a "Train" of people humping each other was partly disturbing, partly funny.

All in all, it was fun to sit on the couch and just people watch.

We ended up going to the pool hall after a while, before Kenny bursted into tears... ;) That was cool too.

OHHHHH, WAIT! I make one more attempt for a drink at the end of the night and what do I get? WARM BEER.
I'm thinking... "they can't fuck up beer." Well my friends, they did!

Off to rest my rusting back on my sinking mattress...