patios and ddr

After my 700th outfit change, I finally made it out of the house and into the waiting car of some friends. We were on our way to the El Rio for an afternoon of bands and cocktails. I was especially looking forward to the cocktails.


Turns out the bands weren't half bad either-- mellow and not too intense, perfect for a sunny patio garden in the middle of the afternoon. The crowd seemed to be mostly friends and family of the bands, which was nice. Especially, I'm sure, for the bands. The drinks were a bit weak, and the wooden stools were unsitable, but all in all, I dug the El Rio.

There was one thing the patio was missing- a grill. Well, there was a grill, but no one was cooking anything on it, so we decided to head out for hamburgers and a movie. Where could we get both? Why the Century 20 in Daly City. Which is next to the Fuddruckers, home of the world's greatest hamburgers (I had the chicken sandwich). We had a lot of time to kill before the movie started, so we went over to the video games where my arm was o-so twisted into getting up on the Dance Dance Revolution.


I am not good at this game. I think the little guy is doing what I am doing, but he isn't. He is doing his own thing. He is doing what I am supposed to be doing. I am not doing what I am supposed to be doing, I am falling over and using the wrong foot and going backwards. But that doesn't stop it from being fun.

(not my feet, btw)

It was a good day. A bizarre mix of genres, sure, but a good day.