The San Fran crash pad is serving its purpose. I went to 3 parties on Saturday night. The no-drinking embargo has ended (duration: 1 month).
8pm: Girls Night at Shirles' place.
10pm: "Single & Fabulous Party" thrown by Ingrid's friend Anna (who is no longer single). Ling dropped by, bringing 3 Asian girlfriends and a Caucasian guy with an Asian fetish.
Humoring the guy:
At this party, I meet 2 friends of Ingrid's: one English and the other Irish.
Me: Did you meet each other by standing at opposite ends of the English Channel and sending messages in a bottle?
English Bloke: I canoed over. [mimes paddling a canoe]
Me: [to the Irish bloke] So what do you do for a living?
IB: [with foreboding] You don't want to know.
Me: It can't be as bad as what I'm imagining right now.
IB: Trust me, it is.
Me: Really, it's as bad as the zookeeper who has to manually give the animals their suppositories? [using right arm to demonstrate shoving a pill up a large elephant]
IB: What is that job called?
Me: I have no idea.
IB: A zoo-supp. It should be called a zoo-supp.
Ingrid: [wandering into the conversation, casually] What are you guys talking about?
IB: [matter-of-factly] Zoo-supps.
12:30am: "An Evening at the Dolores Estate", a preppy house party. In the kitchen with my friends Ingrid (left) and Sara (right), and Sara's new roomie Karey (middle):