Around midnight, The Spores came on stage. I didn’t even bother looking up the band that was playing in my haste doing the chores of Sunday on Saturday so I could stay up all night. However, I was so impressed with the band, complete with puppet show, that after her performance on stage I tracked her down outside, said what a great performace she gave, and bought a CD. I almost never buy CDs — what a waste of money, but I’m glad I did. She gave me the ever so rare “good person” vibe, so I hope she succeeds in her career.

We stayed at the DNA until about 3am, dancing the night away, and gawking at women, then made a stop at the famed Lucky Penny up the street from me, and crashed about 4:30am.

A walking tour

It was another nice day in San Francisco Sunday, so I gave Nathan the walking tour of the Mission, the alleys of SoMA, Russian Hill, Nob Hill, the TL, and North Beach: you know, for compare and contrast. I was able to make a couple of my apartment hunting stops: One place was on 19th and Valencia above a store. It had a really strange layout, with various small rooms all over the unit, but was otherwise alright. I didn’t fall in love, but if I had to live in the heart of Valencia, it would be a good deal at $1980/mo. The other unit I stopped by was on Grace and Mission: I actually feared for my life going down that alley. It was littered with used needles, qtips (!), and shattered window glass. The landlord didn’t pick up his phone, so I didn’t take a look inside, but I don’t think I’d like to be in that alley after about 10pm on any given night.

I still haven’t heard back about the place I liked on Dolores. Perhaps I’ll get a yes or no tomorrow?