Interesting day yesterday. I went to SFMOMA with yosh, uzi, uzi's girlfriend Doris, their summer subletters Kelly and Vanessa, yakk, and yakk's Aussie friend Tim. Buca di Beppo afterwards. Split a bottle of wicker-basket chianti with Kelly. It packs a surprising punch. The rest of the evening was further downhill in drinking terms. We went to play hyperbowl at the Metreon (or rather, they all played and I watched and partook of the conveninently located adjacent bar), and then came by to my place for hanging out and partaking of beverages (joined by roommates Steph and Nick, and later our friend Adam).
It's sad but drinking really helps me a lot with interacting socially, especially with strangers (near-total silence vs. actually starting conversations [or at least conversation threads]). If only it were not for the unpleasant side effects.
Anyway, after all that business, I tried to go to sleep but I couldn't (too many thoughts to fit in my head) so here I am posting a semi-incoherent advogato diary entry to pass some time.
It's getting light out (or at least getting light gray - lovely SF fog and all), which means it will probably be hard to sleep now even if I get in the right headspace. Oh well.