I need to get out of the funk and into the groove. I mean, Saturday night it was all about the funk and the blues and the swing already, so I should have filled my quota and move on. For three (three!) nights in a row this oh-so-protracted weekend I went to sleep past 3 and woke up at the average time of noon. Not since freshman year (freshman year!) have such hours been kept.

Thursday night was spent silk-screening this:

onto 200 t-shirts. Reportedly his fianceé wants one.

Friday evening (after a day of humanities-student-style reading!) started off pretty mildly, a dinner at the downtown sushi house Miyake in honor of a fellow Kairos resident's birthday. Then the Apple store for the Tiger launch (browsing only, as the student discount was to be had only at the bookstore). And then, when we got back to campus, Molly and Hannah and Jaffe were halfway through L'Auberge espagnole (which prompted the previous entry). All was set for a mellow and timely retreat to bed when Ted and company clatter downstairs with Star Wars: The Return of the Jedi. There go another two hours.

Saturday, as previously mentioned, was full of the music in me. Rather, Sinister Dexter, purveyor of (1) the world's greatest band name and (2) some damn good jiving music, was performing in North Beach. I went up with Brooke and Slewis, the former a card-carrying member of a swing performance group and the latter simply a girl who knows how to get her groove on, so I was in some fun company. Once there, we parked at a funny garage with motivational/psychicational phrases stenciled at each spot ("Do what people say you can't do!" "You will soon be the epicenter of goodness and fun.") and met up Jay from high school and his roommate, Josh.

Other than two very sloshed freak-dancing girls wearing backless shirts, and another girl who was a good dancer but seemed to be in love with her own sexuality and alternately seducing the two guys she danced with, the Entire! Bar! Full! of people were well-behaved, fun, and fully clothed. And the band definitely knew how to work the crowd, so it was tons of fun. Being 12 full-grown men with instruments, they were pretty much spilling over the stage... their bodies being a metaphor for their infectiousness as well.

After the show ended at 1:30, we waited in a long line 'round the corner for some overpriced but good pizza and then offered to drive the guys home. On the way there I asked Jason where he lived and this was his response: "Nob Hill. Historically it's where all the rich people lived—"

Roommate Josh: "—but now it's where we live. And all the hookers."

Then we pulled off to the side of the road to unload them, and right then and there in the empty, benign-looking street strolls a long- legged lady (legs made longer by 6-inch Lucite heels) in a translucent neon pink sheath 0.17 inches longer than her crotch. The rest of us are all agog, pointing and exclaiming, "Hey! That's the first hooker we've ever seen!" When across the street on the other side comes a woman in a blazer on top and hot pants on the bottom, and then after the next traffic light another woman literally wearing a thong. Three hookers in one night!

And last night, at my housemate's Greek Easter dinner, I think I poisoned our 18-month-old neighbor Bridget with peanuts. That is, I was eating roasted peanuts before dinner and she sweetly snuck them out of my hand and into her mouth, two hours later she upchucks with about 10 seconds' warning, and her parents make the connection between peanuts (which they'd never yet fed her) and the father's childhood peanut allergy. Thusly I made their (cute, toddler, helpless, victimized) child puke.

This debauchery has got to end. It's the most weekend-y weekend I've ever had, despite only imbibing one portion of alcohol the whole 72 hours (and at that, still ranking in the top 5 weekends for alcohol), so I had to morally compensate by reading 100 pages on Proto-Indo-Europeans today. For peoples with barely any writing system, they sure have spawned a lot of writing. Also amongst today's accomplishments: smashing a mosquito mid-air with my bare hands!