Friday evening after Track practice, I got the opportunity to head across the bay and attend the Grand Opening of The Zoo, a huge complex dedicated to legal offices, recording studios and record labels out in Oakland. The event was great with food, drinks, tours of the complex, and culminated in a very nice private performance by Zion I of some of their tracks off the new album, The Take Over. Check back here later today for a review of that album and some video footage from the Zoo opening.
Left there about 8 and head back to the house to change and get ready to go out to celebrate Gavroche's birthday. Sis, Jarles, Turo, and a few others met up to do some pre-gaming, and around 10 it was time to head up to the party. Gavroche had picked the Ambassador on Geary, and had set up for a table to get some reduced cover charges for all the guests. True to form, people came out from all over to celebrate with Gavroche as we had Crystal, San Francisco, UCLA and all other manner of friends, including the chiropractor. About 3 hours and 4 bottles later, the club is closing and it's crepe time. Weird that the main crepe man wasn't around, must have been sick or something, and the back-up just wasn't as good at running the show.
After some 3am crepes and a ride home, it's pass-out until Nini's the next morning. And after Nini's, it's pretty much coma until later that evening. Thinking that I wasn't feeling another drive to the city, I convinced Za and KO to come out and do a little Mateo stumble. KO hadn't been to the burbs before, so after a few drinks we stopped in at Glow, which no matter when you go is an interesting group. Highlight of the bar, or rather lowlight depending on who you're asking, is when a girl sitting on a stool who had been talking to KO goes to re-situate herself on it and all of a sudden is sprawled face first on the floor of the bar. Everyone takes a step back and the bar goes silent as people try to help her to her feet. She's taken such a fall though that her purse is about five feet away on the floor, and even once she gets back on the stool, she looks woozy like she might fall over again.
From there it's on to McGovern's where they had a cover bar playing and were more crowded than usual. A moment of hilarity ensues when Za doesn't understand why everyone in the bar is head banging and singing along to the same song. She's apparently never in her life heard Metallica's "Enter Sandman," which makes me wonder how many childhood/middle school experiences I take for granted that maybe she never had.
We close that bar down and go next door to Mr. Pizza Man. We get our slices, plus an extra one someone had left on a table. From there we head home where we play some late night Beirut as KO passes out on the couch. So a studio grand opening, Gavroche's birthday and a Mateo stumble...it's all in a weekend's work! Up next? The all day wine trip next Saturday.
No comments:
Post a Comment