Mestee Blogger

I swear, I'll get to the wedding week recap soon, but until then, there's this:

I've been watching Weeds, now that the third season is out on DVD. Coincidentally, while going to rent Disc Two of Weeds at the local Blockbuster, I spotted Super High Me, a documentary that I heard was pretty funny.

As I approached the check-out area, I realized that I must look like the world's biggest stoner right now, minus the patchouli-scented dreadlocks. At that moment, I fully understood that I could be the only person who will watch Super High Me while not under the influence. I almost felt like I should explain this to the gray-haired gentleman cashier, but then realized that video clerks over age forty are probably not so quick to judge. Yeah, that's right -- don't judge me, cashier.

While I was in San Francisco, I had a chance to head down to the famous Haight-Ashbury area with Steve and Irf. I was wondering if the area could have avoided becoming gentrified and/or overly touristy, a frequent fate of counter-culture destinations. We ate at a pub named "Magnolia's", which featured microbrews and home-made soda. As the Grateful Dead music filled the air, I couldn't help but wonder if Jerry Garcia would be pleased or upset by such an overt homage to his band smack dab in the middle of Haight Street. Things can't really be counter-culture once they're fully organized, you know? Anyway, my belief in the continuance of Haight-Ashbury tradition was fulfilled when Steve and I were offered drugs on a street corner in broad daylight following lunch. That has never happened to me before, and what better or more appropriate place could there be than on the corner of Haight-Ashbury? Maybe there's still hope for CBGB's. Oh, right, that's actually closed now. But still, maybe there is a chance for semi counter-culture to live on somewhere in this great nation. Seriously, I'm not a stoner.
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