Forget all that other stuff

Now that I've got out my frustrations and annoyances, I can talk about the fun evening I have. After spending too long online writing ranty blog entries, I managed to get my ass out to a bar in the neighborhood I lived in last year. It's this great hole-in-the-wall where they have record covers covering the wall, and it's all good stuff. The drinks are cheap and the ambiance is super-chill. Sheet-covered couches, a backgammon table in the corner, cool music streaming off the internet, including San Francisco favorite SomaFM from time to time, and cool bartenders that are always ready to chat. It would be my local Cheers if I still lived in the neighborhood and if Magali didn't live 50 feet away. That could be a little weird if she walked in. But it's such a great bar! I wish you could all come grab a drink with me there.

As it was, there was a motley crew of fellow students just chillin'. One of the girls from my class was there 'cause she needed a break from her boyfriend's broken leg hospitalisation. They were going skiing, and as they walked out of the rental place, he slipped. That's almost as bad as when the accelerator cable on my great old Honda Accord broke 30 minutes from the ski slopes at Tahoe. You might think it's a stupid comparison, but Matt said he was snowboarding in a t-shirt! Such a tragedy! Too bad for that guy's leg too. He was out on cruches for a week, but then the bones shifted and he had to get surgery today.

Actually, besides missing a day of skiing, since he's visiting from Mexico he's not covered by the French healthcare system and he'll have a hefty bill waiting for him back home.

Not that you care, you philistines!