I figured that because it was Memorial Day weekend, I would take a trip somewhere new.  Somewhere like Noe Valley.  Totally crashed a BBQ in which featured people mixing Four Loko with Cook's between shots of tequila, a crazy cats digging holes in the garden and a goddamn hen-house full of real life hens just cluckin' and diggin'.  Fascinating!  That said, the highlight of the trip west was the sass the roommates left for each other all over the house.  Between Four Loko, champagne, sass and and sampling of Akon tracks, I'm pretty certain Noe Valley gays are my spirit animal.