新年快乐！

If my Friday night was low-key then my Saturday night made up for it. At six, I hopped on the 22 and met St. Frances at Taqueria Cancun to scarf a massive burrito before we walked over to the Make-Out Room for Writers With Drinks.

We swapped beers back and forth so she could try my Belgian white and I could try her IPA, while listening to Broke Ass Stuart wax rhapsodic about what it means to live in San Francisco. We also heard a girl read her poetry about pirates and lesbians, and San Francisco's sluttiest blogger tell the story of dragging a guy to an orgy at Kink for a first date.

Then, I swung by the house, swapped one roommate for another, and headed out with Diego and Elise to meet Rocco and his buds for barhopping in Chinatown. It was the night of the Chinese New Year parade, and while we missed the festivities, we stumbled up and down Grant throwing firecrackers at each other.

First I paid $5 for Tsingtao at Bow Bow ($5! I used to pay $0.75 for 500 ml bottlesin China.) then we went over to Li Po to get knocked around by their Chinese Mai Tai (because that's what Anthony Bourdain did).

Rocco had some doctor friends in town for some conference, so he wanted to show them some touristy places. We stood in line at the Tonga Room, decided $7 was too much to pay for cover, tried to get into Top of the Mark, decided $15 was way too much to pay for cover, tried to sneak onto the roof of the Mark Hopkins, got caught, then went to Le Colonial to dance until close.

At Le Colonial, I ran into Ash's friend Robin and tried to dance with her, even though she has a boyfriend. Then I tried to dance with her friend, then the DJ started to play the shitty music to get us all to leave after last call.

When I got home, I heated up a bowl of noodles, streamed a little Star Trek, and went to bed.