an unexpected night out leads to cafe du nord. one of my favorite clubs in the city where the opening band hails from new york and no one is actually brailizn in the band. none the less, i haven’t seen a leader singer this sexy since madonna and i’ve never seen madonna.

i rediscovered the joy of not being in control and being a passenager.

a quiet sunday evening in old chinatown for some vietnamese pho and then the local jazz club. that is the extend of oakland that i know.