eighteen. castro night out rocks not

piet, i missed you yesterday. i went out in the castro. and i know why i never had a gay fling in sfo. it's way too caucasian. way too asian as well. after all, 33 percent of the people here are asian but i have the feeling it has grown to 50 percent. whatever. i was a bit disappointed though. not much has changed in five years time. it would have been so cool if we would have hung out together like in the old days. we really should go out again. i talked about the polyester club to my people. remember that night? i did go to the cafe but it was too early to be filled. i went to the edge (my god, gay sfo is OLD) and badlands (crap music: mariah, britney). i went to eat at that cool mexican place where they have the best buritto's. and you know what that was basically it. i really didn't feel like the castro had changed that much. nor that it has changed much for me. most of the people in the castro are just not really the people that i want to hang out with. i did hang out with a cool 42y old electrician kentucky born african american who was celebrating his b-day with his partner and friends. as it goes with americans, i was invited to party along very quickly. however, 10pm and i wanted to go sleep. i am so tired.

my second favorite cd store in sfo has changed to a second hand dvd store. boring. i should remove that streetlight records sticker on my car. i didn't make it to amoebe although i wanted to. it's weird how even san francisco brings back the rocker in me. you go in a store and you hear the foo fighters. you walk on the street and you only hear rock in the cars driving by. i go in a record store and i hear the virgin prunes, a band that i associate with my 120minutes period back when i was like 18. even here in the hotel lobby they play rock music. there's no room for dance music.