I should have known this weekend would be a strange one. It all started thursday night, after dinner. I was watching my date eat a donut hole, when she said of guy eating an eclair, "That Guy's Donut is bigger than me hole". To say this unintentionally.... I have no words.

Friday I took a half-day to get a haircut that was so good she couldn't finish it. Again, I am not resorting to figures of speech, or otherwise embellishing the story. She said, "I really need to straighten it up around the ears, but I just can't continue. Its overwhelming" .   

This reminds me of the much loved Kids in the Hall sketch where Bruce ejects the 8 track from his beater car exclaiming, "I just can't listen to it while I'm driving. Its that good". We have all made that jest about music, or food.... but the haircut took the cake. And she was getting PAID. That's awesome!

As was the haircut.  Glenda showed the 'mad-skills' she boasted about between cat-calls from her friends M.G. on Jackson. If you want a hair cut from someone who's passionate about hair, go see her at Acabello Salon, on California and Filmore.

Saturday night my dinner at Rica was interupted by a phone call: "We're sending a car, do you want a lincoln or a limo?" Despite the callers' assurances, I was going to have to pay for this ride myself so I said "Lincoln", and 15 minutes later one was out front, driving me to a house party in South San Francisco. Turns out the Limo would have been free. I had outthunk myself.

After the party I ran into a UGA alumni who says that the Bus Stop is the Bulldog Nation's San Francisco Headquarters. That's good to know.

The next morning the Beach Crew called me and said , "where are you", I told them eating bagel on Polk and Broadway", they said "hold on". Two seconds later an unknown woman says to me, "Are you sean? Get in" and I'm now in an Audi driving to the beach with 4 people I don't know. We ended up meeting Heather in the marina and travlling onto Lake Lagunita for a picnic.

The driver was mostly deaf in his right ear, which got me wondering if when you want someone who is deaf in his right ear to turn left, can  you just say , "Hey, Come here!"? And if you want him to move right, qucikly, you could just scream, "RUN!!!!"

No one in the car thought I was funny either.

Later that day I caught the fights. Vivian Harris looked ill after the first half of the first round. By the 5th his opponent, Muassa, was clowning around with him.  Harris was supposed to kill this guy in order to gain the 'respect' he has claimed he rightfully deserved, but instead he was being made to look foolish by the goofy Maussa. By the time Harris was knocked out I was done thinking he was getting his just deserts and was instead feeling sorry for him. And then Muassa hit him again, while he was sleeping peacefully on the mat, which wasn't very Christian. What a strange fight.

The main fight, between Floyd Mayweather and Arturro Gatti was an eyeopener. Most people correctly thought it was going to be a mismatch, but this was masterclass display by Floyd. Floyd is amazing. I'm not sure if anyone can beat him. Gatti couldn't find the corner after the 6th, and had yet to land a punch.

Gay Pride (not my own), the misty weather, a dead cellphone, and lost house keys conspired to ruin the rest of the night.

Its sunday now. I can't decide if I want to go shopping or play soccer. Soccer is the obvious choice, but I hate taking a taxi all the way to Golden Gate park. Who knows what today will bring. OR, as Bill waterson signed off "Lets go exploring"