Saturday, August 31, 2002
Woke up late. Oatmeal for breakfast. Organized kitchen cabinets and hall closets. Identified things of which we need to get rid. Filled in some journal entries from the recent vacation. Dusted and vacuumed. Framed a new photo of Patrick and Tina, put it by my desk. Dinner at home with Patrick: breaded scallops, baked potato, spinach. Sam came over and we all tried going to N'Touch but we couldn't find a place to park and we didn't want to pay the Holiday Inn $9 per hour for parking so we drove to the Castro and found street parking very easily and went to Badlands, to which I had never been before. It was fun—we drank not very heavily and danced. Patrick had predicted they would play Kylie Minogue's "Can't Get You Out of My Head" since we'd heard it everywhere we went on vacation, and they did. It was practically all divas: Madonna, Janet Jackson, Britney Spears, Deborah Cox, and the mixing was cringeworthy every time. Afterwards we had pizza slices at Nizario's. Patrick learned that the old Detour space had been bought by the people who own Badlands. He said, "I'll say this: If Detour turns out like Badlands, it will be very depressing."