Saturday-

My day of fun was somewhat disappointing. Instead of the opera, I attempted to get some culture by going to an art show-I went to the place that was supposed to have it...only to discover they were showing bad movies instead. I then went to Starbucks for some coffee (thank G-d for this coffee house-its like a window into civilization), decided I needed some holiday fun in my life (hence I yoinked the christmas tree from another table), went to dinner at the northern food place with Ranajit and Long, and then meandered down the street to Ibiza. The bar was so crowded that we couldnt walk or move and kept getting bumped/pushed into. Hate that. Around midnight, I accepted the fact that my night sucked and decided to go home. Fell asleep and had 8 hours of pure beauty sleep.

The only scary/interesting thing about the night was the begger walking around with his begging monkey. He would walk up to randoms, the monkey would mope around, and he would shove his pan-handling basket in their faces. I turned to my friends and was like, "No way. The monkey probably has AIDS...lets go before they spot us." I ran off, but not before I could take a picture.