Rand, Rachel and I (and later Leigh) went to the Haight tonight. Supposedly an art walk was going on this Friday night, but we saw no evidence of it. Instead, we went to the Booksmith (and saw Joelle) and had dinner at Magnolia brewery. My sausage was deelish. And the beer wasn't too shabby either. We finished the evening with a sundae. Now I'm fat again. Thanks hippies.