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This post has nothing to do with Rice Krispies, other than to note that I rediscovered just how loud that cereal can be. Like sizzling bacon, it sounded!

I made it my mission to get rid of my annoying runny nose. Well, I wanted to keep the nose, but curtail all the crap oozing out of it. So I stayed home Friday night, drank some tea, and got plenty of rest. When that didn’t work, I tried going out and drinking for 10 hours. That sort of worked, maybe…

The outing was not made in vain, however. I met fellow blogger Brian and we went to Zeitgeist and a few other Mission dives. He’s going to Austin soon, so I made him a list of places he should go. It’s not comprehensive, but more than enough for someone who will only be in town three days. Making that list reminded me of all the cool stuff to do in Austin and the cool people I used to do it with. I miss you fuckers!

Around 10, Brian said, “I need to be back in Oakland. Where should I dump your ass?” And I cheerfully replied, “Rx Gallery on Eddy Street!” So Brian gunned it through downtown and slowed down to about 10 mph at which point I sprang from the vehicle in a neat tuck-n-roll.

I observed my surroundings and found a lot of North Beachesque choads waiting in line for entrance into mega-clubs. They were at the height of fashion and pit of demeanor. I really hoped Damon and Fiona weren’t expecting me to join them in one of these lines.

We met up quickly and entered the small club. Everyone there was normal, and the music was the Best Techno I’ve Ever Heard in a Club EVAR! Five hundred dancefloor-cramming club-goers agree, Justin Martin and Isolee played some awesome tracks.

The night ended with Nizzario’s Pizza, one of the great San Francisco treats unparalleled by Austin. I can already hear Gus yelling, “Hoeks!” No, better than Hoeks. Really.

Now I’m all excited about the Love Parade next weekend. Seems like everyone and their secret lover has been to the one in Germany, but this is as close as I can get for awhile.