The Kegs Were Dead

On the 26 but I left quietly at 330 and went to Fourth and King. I got my hat and rode my bike to

where I parked my bike.  I took my time at the Westin and stopped at Sketchers. I caught the 38 to Geary and Stanyan.  I bought two kegs there and considered taking the bus but decided to take a cab through traffic at Dolores Park. At the design lab I meant some project specialists  I watched them take apart their machine and then shared beer with them.

I went to the apartment and had dinner.  Later I got my bike at Macy's and returned to the apartment to find my brother. We wanted beer so I took the bikes the design lab had beer with more project specialists.  We killed a quarter a keg and took a growler to the apartment.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this my friend and I wanted to make an early day but we waited until my brother had gotten up. We took the bus and then we went to the design lab. When we got in I headed to the cafe and picked up two rounds of coffee for the revelers.

An old classmate appeared with his fiance as I was climbing up stairs.  I asked him if he was still fighting fires.  They helped set up some of the tables and I noted that my brother had finished mopping. There were chips on the center counter. The proprietor had moved even more of the machinery out of the way.

By the time some of my friend’s dancing friends had arrived we had finished tidying.  My old classmate the firefighter had left, my friend had become distracted by her neices’ arrivals at the cake table and after she and I had cut the cake she sat with a bunch of ladies she knew really well doing crafts.  That was around when I took a photo with the group that I knew from college.

I walked with some ladies outside and later some old classmates from various colleges said bye.  I managed to show a whole group the trike the proprietor was building.  My brother-in-law told me to buy a car.  When my friend’s mom had left, I started to notice my own parents were going too and several close friends left right after that.

I rejoiced that the kegs were dead at this point because I had been worried that they would go to waste.  I started to look around for help at this point and noticed a bunch of people were trying to organize their departure.  I concentrated on finding the odd bit of trash while others did dishes.  As I was leaving with my sister my brother and my friend had a snack and chatted while they folded table cloths and sweeping.  He ended up putting a cake in a box which fell and he had to clean it up.

I had asked my sister for help getting the kegs to the apartment and when she arrived with her car we drove the stuff to the apartment.  Later I came back to the design lab to break down the bounce house the proprietors had a new visitor.  We chatted with her child while Brontë and Huck's played together. Charlie said she nearly fainted.

I helped the proprietors one last time and we said bye. We took five packages to the bus and then we walked to the apartment. My brother was on the phone. At the apartment I tweeted. When my friend told me to get pizza I ordered and walked to the parlor. When I returned we ate good food. I did the dishes and I went to bed exhausted.

In the morning of the day that I wrote this I woke up at around 730 but waited until 845 to get out. My brother was leaving so I followed him to Safeway area and we talked about the Ride Share company. We walked to Soleil and saw one of the people we had seen the day before.  We also talked to a British girl about the referendum. I walked to Whole Foods and got coffee. We sat at the kitchen table and moved to the living room and talked about the party.

We did exercises and eventually decide to start boxes and gifts. I had to start writing but during that time I also broke the boxes and garbage down. Later I put gifts away and made the room nice. My brother drove to BevMo with me because I had to drop the kegs.  I went to the bank after I did finances at the café.

When I was done we stopped through BevMo on the way to the car. We drove to the apartment and parked. We stopped at the empanadaria and met my friend.  From there we went to the thrift store. That was a breath of fresh air.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.