My mother, approx 2 seconds ago, telling me what to do for NYE (with minimal response from me):
“Did you know there is fireworks at the Embarcadero? That’s supposed to be crazy. Do you know The Mighty? It is in Portrero Hill? There is a party there. Is that where you’re going? The End Up? Are you going there? It is a club. There is a party from 10 - 2 AM. They have 20 DJs one after another. I don’t know if it is the Mighty or maybe The End Up, but there is a lounge thing and even a Playboy section. It sounds crazy. You should check these parties out. What? Why you laughing? There is another one on Columbus and whatever. You can see all of this on public radio. Why you laughing when I tell you this? Where you guys going to party? You’re not going to go to these any of these parties? End Up. That’s the name of this place. End Up. I just think that’s pretty crazy. How you supposed to dance for 6 hours? What are you doing?”
- My mother.
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