Finally some words on last weekend, which was kind of awesome. On Friday I went to a “dive bar” for the first time, together with Pablo. I don’t know where “dive” really comes from, but in general it’s a rather relaxed (if not fucked up) place where locals tend to meet and dive into the evening. I do know where its name “Nuthouse” comes from though (or at least I found out as soon as I stepped into it): nuts and their shells lying all over the place. Literally everywhere. Although it felt a little dirty, I liked this place.
On Saturday there was work to do: grading assignments for the Mathematical Optimization course in Graz and some little project I’ve been working on with Daniel and Silvia. It was for a course in Graz, but stay tuned, we’ll launch it as soon as it’s more evolved, and it will rock the world! Although the day was work-ish, I enjoyed it cruising a little around campus and sitting in the sun having awesome frozen yogurt with fresh fruits. Yummy!
The highlight by all means was Sunday though. Met Ukrainian/Ozzie girl Svetlana who I know from Stockholm. We both didn’t expect to meet again before my romantic wedding on Hawaii where I would definitely invite her and she would definitely come. She and her boyfriend Peter picked me up from the Caltrain station and we had breakfast in a very nice café somewhere I would never ever find back again. Peter has been working for Facebook and is now taking some time off to sail around the world. He drives a Porsche and lives in an awesome three-story apartment in the heart of San Francisco. I guess he’s kind of rich. Just guessing. But still very nice and relaxed.
Together we went to SF Pride, a huge lesbian/gay/bisexual/transgender parade in San Francisco, which is world-famous for its strong LGBT community. Lots of nice and interesting people there, a striking feeling of freedom everywhere. A guy working for Google told me I’m cute. Sorry. (I know. )
The streets were pretty packed and it was hard to get a good spot for taking pictures, so sorry again, you have to come there if you want to get the real feeling of the craziness going on. Just don’t pay the 5 bucks “donation” to the SM/fetish corner—there’s no non-disgusting way it could be worth it.
Svetlana wanted to see her first baseball game, so I joined them for what would be my second one. Bought tickets on the internet and went there in a stretch limo. Business as usual. Had some beer. No, I did not pay 10 bucks for a single beer, seriously. Seriously. The Giants won. Awesome weekend.