after that, dropped some auto hardware off at a baye30 member's place in san mateo. turned out what i had wasn't the special stuff i thought it was, but he still got it at 2/3 of retail, so we were both happy and got to BS for a while about bimmers before his wife started giving us dirty looks and i thought it best to go.
then went to SF for the best quesadilla i've had in a while, and a drum'n'bass event named defstar at a dive bar called the knockout. good music, the bartender was generous w/ a jack-&-coke after being prompted w/ a $2 tip, and the djs were friendly, but the visuals were unimaginative and i got a wierd vibe from some of the crowd, so at half past midnight i flipped a tire-howling bitch across mission and wasted too much gas heading home at 90-100mph while listening to the local classic rock station. "well, you don't know what, uh. we could find..."
got back to san jose and scosol's M had a parking ticket on it, which is mysterious because the permit placard is clearly visible on his rear-view mirror, he's not blocking a driveway, and it's outside of enforcement hours anyway. bunch of fucking savages in this town... i didn't peek inside the envelope, but whatever it is, sorry for the crappy start to your friday, man.