Saturday, August 18, 2001
Woke at 5:00 am and couldn't get back to sleep, so I got up and worked on Gail's website for a bit. Ate some oatmeal, cut my hair, took a shower, talked with my brother-in-law, talked with my sister, talked with my nephew (who at 1.5 years old has been taught to say "bonjour" and "au revoir"), talked with my brother, got tired, took a nap. Today I found out that the best man at my sister's wedding used to administer the server I'm now in charge of at UCSF. Woke, met Patrick at Starbuck's on 18th. He got tickets at Castro Theater for Chinatown, which was playing back to back with Touch of Evil. Fifteen dollars just for tickets, but it's a double-feature and no commericials. After being swindled by other theaters charging $7.00 for a matinee and they still showed commercials, we realized that the Castro Theater is something we love about San Francisco. We'd seen Touch of Evil on DVD not too long ago, so we didn't stay for it. After the movie, we stopped in on Brian and Kelly's old place. Kelly happened to be there looking over the remains of what was left to be moved. We decided to get some dinner and met Brian at the new place at Church and 15th. We ate at Warakubune, a Japanese restaurant whose main attraction is the oval island of sushi chefs and their moat of sushi-delivering boats. Then we looked over a portion of Brian's vinyl collection.