Saturday nights are a phenomena that I don't really get. I usually stay in on Saturday nights. Not part of the go-out-on-Saturday-night culture. I thought it was just to avoid the crowds. Tonight, it was Han's prompt that got me out at all, with his call to get people to go to Elbo Room to see a band with Mike Watt in it. Sadie and I pretty much already decided we weren't going, but we used the occassion to meet at Elbo Room and then just cruise the Mission, see where our feet took us. The Elbo Room was manageable when we got there, but as the crowds streamed in, we just didn't get the Saturday night thing. What do people find enjoyable about hanging out in a crowded bar where the music is too loud to carry on a simple conversation? Where getting a drink means competing against fifteen other people? The mating dance? Are you happy being there? Is this pleasure?

We left and roamed the Mission as observers/outsiders, stopping in bookstores and shops that looked interesting, peering into bars with music playing too loud for our tastes. Hey, we're musicians, we make loud music, but if we want to talk, we don't want to shout. We ended up at my place talking for a couple hours before driving her home. We're so emo.