My weekend started on Thursday night and it’s still going.  On Friday we went to a Happy Hour/Fundraiser.  The drinks were cheap and I gave $5 to a good cause.  The bar reminded me of one of my brother’s art shows.  It’s a large gallery filled with art and photographs with a DJ spinning on the 1s and 2s.  I think this is what I prefer over the bar we went to on Thursday night.  I could actually see and hear my friends without straining your eyes or ears and I wasn’t disturbed by guys and girls trying too hard to impress one another.

Since Happy Hour started right after work, we didn’t get to eat dinner until late.  Instead of going home for a bowl of cereal or stopping by the McDonald’s on the way home, we ended up at the Food Court in Berkeley.  This weekend is also a little 10-year reunion for a bunch of my friends who went to Cal and they were in the mood for a stroll down memory lane.  So, we tagged along for a late night meal of Korean BBQ and hot donuts.  It was another late night but I got to sleep in this time.

On Thursday night, we picked up Dayantha from SFO at 11pm and headed straight for a bar in the Marina.

When we arrived at the bar, I looked at my watch and it was just before midnight. I thought to myself, “Hm…this is going to be a late night and a rough morning at work.” But I endured and had an interesting time people watching. As I sat on one of the plush suede benches located in the center of the bar, it was clear that at least 75% (if not more) of the people there were at least 5 years younger than us. It was also interesting to watch the dynamics of the crowd. There were boys and girls of all sizes and varieties. Over to my left, I was a nerdtastic group of people bumping and grinding each other as if they had been repressed for years and finally had a place to express their sexual frustrations. Behind me on the dance floor was a group of cougars dancing with a bunch of random guys. Over to my right was a group of guys oozing with hair gel and cologne trying to pick up on any female in its path. Awesome. This is when I decide that I’m too old for this. It’s late, I’m not drinking, and Shua is asleep next to me on the bench. The best part of the evening, I think, was the late-night slice of pizza we had before heading home.