Sir Too Short Comin' Straight from Oakland
In spite of my hatred for its doe-footed outfielders, I always have a soft spot in my heart for Oakland. When I headed out there early this evening, I looked forward to a relaxing night seeing one of my favorite bands, The Mall, at a warehouse space in Oakland. The climate in the East Bay is remarkably better than it is in San Francisco, so I also looked forward to hanging out at night in a short-sleeve shirt.
Turns out, the address for The Creamery I read on Fecal Face must have been incorrect, because myself, my roommate and her man-friend walked around downtown Oakland for a few hours looking for this place in a depressingly futile search. I've been on the phone with her man-friend, who is currently walking from Oakland to Albany, I'd say a ten-mile walk, and he keeps hanging up on me.
Turns out, the address for The Creamery I read on Fecal Face must have been incorrect, because myself, my roommate and her man-friend walked around downtown Oakland for a few hours looking for this place in a depressingly futile search. I've been on the phone with her man-friend, who is currently walking from Oakland to Albany, I'd say a ten-mile walk, and he keeps hanging up on me.
