[berkeley]

"it's on like donkey kong"
were Victor's words when I said I was up (or down) for clubbing at Il Pirata. Fabulous times, the DJ was good. So good it hurt to listen. So good I had to squint, shake my head, and throw a hand down to the beat. Victor and Co. consisted of Andre, Allyson, Roselli, and me. The place had a great vibe, the people were there to dance and enjoy themselves. No games to be played, no eagle eyes, no hoochies, no thank you.

Waking up and dancing to Justin Timberlake or The Roots (yes, there is such a juxtaposition in my world at 8:30am) got me craving for a dance floor. Thanks to Roselli and my five dollars, i got my wish.

and after The Pirate
the five of us needed sustenance. Time for Nation's, wherever it was. There's just nothing quite like pancakes and hash browns after dancing, biking, and rolling down hills all day.

but before that
was a busy day. A week of studying and a marathon 5 hour study session Wednesday night ended with the last midterm/quiz of my college career at 10am this morning. Afterwards, I went on a 1 hour and 20 minute bike ride, read a little bit from Anthony Bourdain's "Kitchen Confidential" (so shoot me, i'm a FoodTV addict), and then got some emails from Andre. He came over to see my exhibit and we walked around campus, shared some trail mix, and got grass stains rolling down hills on campus.

andre didn't bring
his Canon Elph, so he made up for it with a few hand drawn renderings of the evening's highlights: