There Was Karaoke

I wrote that the day before I left at three and caught the VTA to MV.  At Mib I had to get the bike and missed the train but the next came quick.  At 24th I went to the school and saw the professor as I was locking up.  I met some people on the way inside.  The professor and I talked and I noted that people were there.  He showed me stuff.  I had to get things done.  We started a presentation after I learned from the professor.  The history part was easy but took a while.  I opted to skip the end of the presentation.  I made a description of some things and left.

At 24th and Valencia I saw a friend going home.  The wait for the bus sucked.  A bus literally disappeared.  I went to Castro and the next one came.  I went over the top and rode down to Parkside Tavern but the kitchen was closed.  I ended up eating pizza and going to the Riptide.  There was no bike parking and a girl was screaming at the bouncer about her id.  There were a lot of what seemed to be underage women at the bar.  There was karaoke.  I was in bed around 12.

I wrote that in the morning of the day that I wrote this I caught the bus at 655 and rode through drizzle to Westlake and had a coffee.  I over exerted myself getting to BART and locked up.  I saw some familiar faces on the way to CT and at MV I saw a friend from Twitter.

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