Stretching my legs

I convinced myself to get out the house for a few days. I went to Oakland to stay with a friend on mine. A mutual friend of ours was throwing a holiday party. The crowd was friendlier than I expected, especially considering how the previous party went.

It's still odd even though it was expected to be a handful of black folks at most of the parties/get-togethers I usually go to. We try to make an effort not to group together the whole time and talk to everyone who doesn't look like an asshole. Otherwise, the white people will get nervous.

There was an open bar (awesome). But, I wasn't in drinking mode. I had most of a can of Pabst, a glass of Jack & Coke, and half of a bottle of some local beer that didn't taste too bad.

Most of the people who showed up didn't know the host or hostess. They were friends of friends. We walked home from Lake Merritt in Oakland in the middle of the night because BART is a bitch-ass transportation system that stops running at 1230pm.

I crossed a freeway interchange, shared a bowl and a beer, and smoked cloves.

The next night didn't go so well. We were invited to an art exhibit by someone who didn't bother to show up. The whole thing was pretentious. Supposedly all the money is going to some lady who wants to take some kids on a trip to Africa. I don't know how many fresh coconuts sold, or graffiti art, or massages were given. But, I do know ain't nobody going to Africa.

My two friends were looking for an LSD score that never happened. It's just as well. They both had to be at work the next morning.