Meeting Mr. Eagle at a Wizard Staff Party

Did last night really happen? I SURE HOPE SO.

Yep, Cam and I made some freakin' great pasta after the most long and annoying search for groceries EVER. Little, old Chinese ladies kicking our shins, stealing our meat. Just you wait, we'll show 'em what we're made of..... NAPALM.

So yeah, we walked/skated around pretty much all day. We ended up catching a trolley to Castro to get Cam's mom some really gay postcards. BEST STORE EVER. Cocks and postcards have never been so good together. Finally making it back to the hostel with the ingredients for pasta and a 12-pack of PBR, we were ready to blow some stuff up. As we began to prepare our food, we happened to start talking to a girl that was in the kitchen. Her name was Crystal and she was from Minnesota. Did I mention that she kicked serious ass?

Okay, she kicked serious ass.

Beer began to flow and pasta began to cook. We invited Crystal to join us, along with David and friends. I think that David has a man-crush on me. Hot. Sarah (from T.O., that we met in Portland) also came by! Awesome! The pasta turned out great, by the way. WIN FOR TEAM CANADA... or, is that... CAMada? Whatever! Cam brought out some cards and Kings became the name of the game. It was at this moment that Cam remembered our roll of packing tape that we brought specifically for Wizard Staffing. The night rolled on, and so did we. Four 12-packs for PBR later, we managed to have the entire ballroom cheering us on. WE HAD TO STAND ON THE TABLES TO DRINK. We ended up combining all of our staffs to create the MASTER STAFF. Yes... it touched the roof... in a ballroom with 30ft ceilings! I have to find visual proof. Sadly, I ended up having to cut it apart.

Jesse - Hey man, you have to come see this. I need to know what to do.

Hostel Worker - Uh... wow. If my manager was here, I'd get them to hang it on the wall or something. Sadly, I have to break your heart and get you to pull it apart since they aren't in until tomorrow.

And then my heart broke.

AND THEN......

We woke up at 8:30, I cracked a beer, we had breakfast and went out into the city with Crystal. Booked our tickets to LA and walked around a bunch. As we were walking, this nugget of solid fucking gold dropped from Crystal's lips.

"Where are you from, Mr. Eagle?"
"AMERICA"

And thus, we were introduced to Mr. Eagle. He will now be an important part of our lives.


So long, and thanks for all of the beer, San Fran. It was fun.