Steve Jobs at Flour and Water

Sources say that after he was turned away due to the +1 hour wait, his entourage proceeded to Arinell, the best pizza in the city.

[Photo by ladylexy, via SFoodie]

My First Day as DJ K80

I have come to realize that I’m really good at party-planning, and hope to get into the Event Planning Industry very soon. One of my specialties is a great ear for what sets the mood of a party. My motto is just because you like a song/album does not necessarily mean it should be played at this particular moment. So when I was loosely invited to DJ at an early slot at the Beauty Bar by a friend (since the normally scheduled “northern soul” DJ moved his set to Kimo’s), I jumped feet first into coming up with a three-hour set of my favorite genres: soul, oldies, oldie-reggae, disco.

My expectations of being a good DJ were exceeded. Dancing started happening around 8:30pm and lasted non-stop until 10:30-11ish. People I knew, people I didn’t know, shrieks of happiness, a look of amazement on my husband’s face, sweating, pushing through the crowd, laughter, happened right before my eyes – and all because of me, my music, and booze. It’s the best feeling that I’ve felt in a long time. When I told people I was DJing on Thursday, they all gave me the sarcastic response, “Oh – with iTunes?”. But I used a combination of, yes, iTunes and CDs. When the “real” DJ came in and started setting up his equipment, it included a direct line from his iPod to the stereo system. Oh, and a large Abe Lincoln hat.

I was invited back to DJ again, so next time I might tackle punk, electronic, funk?

Now, event design companies – REPLY TO MY RESUME! Or someone give me some money so I can have my own business. And then I’ll be your competition.

My Day So Far

I got to the F-Market stop at Embarcadero and tried to open my umbrella. But the metal parts broke into my finger and blood starting dribbling down. My iPod was blaring but i couldn’t turn it down because of my bloody finger and the umbrella. The F arrived and people started getting off, others lined up to get on. This large 300 lb guy got off and just stood in front of me while I tried to close my umbrella nicely and not into the faces of people lined up. I scooted towards the F so he could pass by. He yelled at me “you COULD move over” so i yelled “you COULD not be so fat!” And then I moved into the line when it was polite to. I was wearing my retainers so it sounded like “yuch could not be such fatsh!”. Over my iPod, i heard someone in the line gasp.