{"id":618,"date":"2005-08-31T00:15:00","date_gmt":"2005-08-31T07:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/2005\/08\/31\/buddypalooza\/"},"modified":"2005-08-31T00:15:00","modified_gmt":"2005-08-31T07:15:00","slug":"buddypalooza","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/2005\/08\/31\/buddypalooza\/","title":{"rendered":"Buddypalooza"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Here&#8217;s a belated recap of Buddypalooza:<\/p>\n<p><u>Friday<\/u><\/p>\n<p>After sleeping far too little on Thursday night, getting to work early on Friday, and eating far too much at an all-you-can-eat sushi bar in Glendale (Todai, not bad for $13), I escaped the clutches of the corporate world at 3:30 and started the 375 mile slog to the Bay Area.  Fine Irish music and an ongoing news story about a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.sfgate.com\/cgi-bin\/article.cgi?file=\/chronicle\/archive\/2005\/08\/27\/WHALE.TMP\">beached whale carcass in Half Moon Bay<\/a> were entertainment enough to keep me from losing my mind.  Upon arrival the triad headed off to Pyramid&#8217;s for pizza, oddly-shaped calamari, and a few pitchers of apricot ale (aka the happy beer).  That was followed by a trip to dirty Dan&#8217;s, highlighted by Paul Will&#8217;s philosophising about the advantages of small women, and the Goob&#8217;s conversation with a girl in line outside:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Her: &#8220;So is there a band inside?&#8221; (music is blaring)<\/p>\n<p>Aaron: &#8220;No.  Actually, it&#8217;s usually dead silent in there.  But, you know, that&#8217;s cool, &#8217;cause they have books you can borrow and stuff.  And sometimes on Tuesdays they do Shakespeare readings.&#8221;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><u>Saturday<\/u><\/p>\n<p>The day of unending fun.  Both Chi and Aaron took it upon themselves to call me relatively early in the day, thus ensuring I wouldn&#8217;t catch up on sleep.  Chi and I headed to Chow&#8217;s for lunch, feasting on the delightful cuisine and enjoying the aesthetically pleasing restaurant staff.  A quick trip to the happiness store to visit the dog, fish, and action figures was followed by a commandment from God to purchase and consume McDonald&#8217;s sundays.  That finished with, we grabbed tri-tip sandwiches and lotto scratchers and headed home to meet Aaron.  Following a Scrabble debacle (&#8220;ja&#8221;, I won) we caught a matinee showing of the <a href=\"http:\/\/imdb.com\/title\/tt0405422\/\">40 Year Old Virgin<\/a>, then met the tall guy at Mudville for mini-basketball and more food.  The options thereafter were a party full of girls getting ready to head back to college or else Scrabble and Karate Kid 2.  Miyagi and Sato were not to be denied.<\/p>\n<p><u>Sunday<\/u><\/p>\n<p>The plan for Sunday was to meet everyone at Sam Wo&#8217;s for lunch and then enjoy a leisurely drive back to LA.  I should have known better.  Wo&#8217;s was followed by a trip to the Nish Bar in Berkeley, where conversation ranged from a missing belt loop to a dog named Chicken to the member of the gourd family most suited to be crammed into an orifice.  Surprisingly we weren&#8217;t kicked out.  The stroll through Berkeley that followed led us to Jaime Hill, where Jaime demonstrated the proper technique for executing a drunken forward roll downhill, across a sidewalk, and into traffic.  When finally I got on the road the sun was sinking, but news of the impending hurricane kept me awake for the drive home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here&#8217;s a belated recap of Buddypalooza: Friday After sleeping far too little on Thursday night, getting to work early on Friday, and eating far too much at an all-you-can-eat sushi bar in Glendale (Todai, not bad for $13), I escaped the clutches of the corporate world at 3:30 and started the 375 mile slog to &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/2005\/08\/31\/buddypalooza\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Buddypalooza&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-618","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-journal"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/618","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=618"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/618\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=618"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=618"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/mountaininterval.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=618"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}