I’ve been sick and overworked this week. I’m going out!
Update: So… about last night. Extra Action snuck me into a $125 per-person Friends of the Earth benefit at Broadway Studios in North Beach, and madness/inebriation ensued. I was calling it the “Friends of Ben Franklin benefit”, and it was packed with upper crusty San Francisco rich people. Like, you know how when you pick up a copy of San Francisco Magazine or 7×7 magazine and you see all these pictures of rich skinny white society people and you’re all like “who the *fuck* are these people? do they live in San Francisco?” Well, it was those people.
Actually, my SRL pal and EA trumpet player Greg Jones snuck me in — usually my ex boyfriend lets me tag along, but he had a *date* and didn’t want me to cockblock him, I guess, so he told me I couldn’t go with him. I was good and did not cockblock.
These gigs with the super square crowds are always my favorites; the crowd ‘takes a walk on the wild side” and the band has a lot of fun with them, even if it winds up looking like a bachelorette party sometimes. Everyone had to wear name tags; Shane and Serina had good ones, I got one so they couldn’t toss me out when I didn’t produce a horn or pom-pom at showtime. I took three great videos of the flag team; this is hot, this is sexy, this is fun. There was a hoity-toity silent auction, fancy free food, and cops. When I took this picture, Mark Leno kissed me and said in front of his crowd, “Violet, *you are a flirt*.” Flag team insanity ensued and then the ridiculousness continued outside. We were wasted, and the party almost came back to my house. I drunk dialed two of my current boyfriends after midnight and one ex; at least two of those three phone calls were little more than shrieks and giggles on my end before hanging up. I got asked out on dates by three different guys I actually want to go out with, and I made out with a hot boy for like two minutes in a North Beach parking lot.
Exactly what I needed. The entire album is here. Favorite pictures after the jump.
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