Weekend of Awesomeness, in list form

• Friday - had plans to see King of Kong, and then go to burlesque and big band show at DNA lounge, but instead, we got in to the Black Francis show at Hotel Utah. It was pretty amazing, but it got a little boring and we were tired, so we left about 2/3 of the way in.
  
• Saturday, Scotch made an INSANE pumpkin crab curry and we brought it to a pumpkin carving party. She likes to make lion pumpkins, and I like to make pumpkins that throw up, so we made a lion that was throwing up. I think we won.
  
• After that, we were going to go rock it over at Nick's, but I wasn't feeling well, so we went home and observed Lights Out SF by turning off just about everything in the house. We had lots of candles, and something that resembled a fire in the fireplace. We played a game of Phase 10, and I won because I am awesome. We were having so much fun that we kept the lights off about 40 minutes longer than we were supposed to, and then when we finally turned them on, we marveled at how awesome electricity is and how much more fun Phase 10 is when you can see the cards.
  
• Yesterday, we made breakfast and rocked about the house for a bit. We attempted to take Rudy to Fort Funston, but there was some sort of walk/race/fun run/10k/5k/marathon for the cure/cancer/rice/hunger/menopause going on on the Great Highway, and that pretty much fucked up all routes south. So instead we headed the opposite direction to Baker Beach. The beach was pretty crowded and Rudy had an awesome time frolicking and making friends. While at the beach, we decided to Furminate him to see if we could cut down on his insane shedding (didn't help), and he was displeased. We set out to walk the length of the beach from the cliff to the bridge, and about a third of the way there, stopped so Rudy could meet a scruffy surfer dog. After a few seconds of introductions, the scruffy dog walked over to Scotch, lifted his leg, and proceeded to pee on her. I yelled out, "NOOOOO!!" but it was too late. She was hit. We retreated to the car and headed back to the house.
  
• After changing out of her pee pants, me and Scotch headed over to Q on Clement for a late lunch. It was great. Afterwards, we wanted ice cream, and we dropped in to a crazy ass mini-mart/crepe place, where I had a gigantic crepe curled in to cone shape and filled with chocolate ice cream, hunks of cheesecake, and whipped cream. I died, and it was worth it.
  
• After eating, we stopped at the pet store in the hood to get Rudy some food. It was there that we procured the hilarious cow costume. I put it on him as soon as we got home. I've never seen him ate anything so severely before. He was so angry that he just froze. Didn't walk, didn't move... nothing... I picked him up and brought him in to the bedroom to show Scotch. I placed him on the rug where he stood perfectly still, seething with hatred, for a good 15 minutes while we laughed hysterically at him and took humiliating pictures. After a while, he sat down and continued to look at us with the white hot fury of one thousand suns, and once we were able to move again we took it off him and gave him treats.
  
• More goofing off at home, and then I headed out to the Mission to go to a show with an old Seattle friend. Saw The Struts, who play some mean ass 60s garage (think Detroit Cobras but KICK ASS), and Lord Loves a Working Man, a band that my good friend Steve used to be in. They play some really great gritty ass soul with a good horn section and an amazing lead singer and piano player. They also win for the best soul band name ever (and you win if you get the reference). I decided to bail at around 11:30. I was totally starving and was thinking I'd try to score a burrito or something before heading home, but then I stepped out of the bar and who's standing right in front of me? TAMALE LADY!! WIN!!! Serendipity, baby. I downed a pork tamale and was on my way home to my sweet with a happy belly.
  

My weekends have pretty much ruled lately.