"Never hope more than you work."

I was the last person in the office on Friday. Why? Because work is life. And if you want a life, you must work for it. Sad, but true.

Anyways, Will came to visit on Friday night. So, we went out to dinner in downtown Mountain View. We didn't go anywhere special, just the usual bar/restaurant. The sucky thing was that the bar ran out of beer and all they had was Coors Light, Miller Light, or Heineken Light... something stupid like that. After dinner, Will crashed my apartment and infiltrated my new laptop. JUST LIKE OLD TIMES WHEN HE STOLE INTERNET FROM US. Hehe. Old habits die hard. After William left to hang out with Oakland, I headed over to Dan and Jeremy's where they were having a party where they duct tape 40s to your hands. Thank goodness I arrived late and everyone was too drunk to notice that I wasn't drinking. I stayed there for a bit and left before all the chaos ensued. I'm boring and went to be semi-early.

The next morning, I woke up semi-early (haha!) to drive to SF to get a haircut at one of my favorite salons, Oxenrose. Too bad I hit a bad accident on 101N and got to the city 40 minutes after my appointment time. It was also Fleet Week(end) and the city was majorly congested with over-eager tourists and my parents, who were dying to see the Blue Angels. I thought I could console myself by going shopping in Union Square, but I went home practically empty-handed. What a disappointment. Later, I broke not one, but two things: a bottle of bright pink nail polish on my bathroom floor and my cell phone on the sidewalk next to the gelato shop. Well, it's fine now: the nail polish in the trash and the cell phone with a battery jolt.

Chris and I had dinner at Cascal on Castro St. in Mountain View and it was reeeally good. I definitely recommend it. They have excellent sangria and delightful tapas. Yum. Afterwards, we met up with some people in the Mission (in SF). Lany finally came out of hiding after midnight and sat/drank with us till closing. He almost convinced me to eat a bacon-wrapped hot dog from a street vendor. It was pretty disgusting, but I imagine it to be delicious after a long night of drinking.