I saw the signs

and they were painted on my face.

While we came in a not-really-into-it third in last week's Six Degrees of Cher Brain Farts, and weren't planning on staying out later enough for Testarossa, the pull of 80s night was too much for Shilpa and Skot to resist. I was ready for bedtime but that rubber arm of mine is just so easily twisted.  What started as "well, just one drink" turned into a long fabulous night a dancing, new friends, old friends, bopping B-sides and more fun face painting by Oliver Twist.

Club neighbor and Cycling enthusiast addict Jim Rudoff was just back from the Seismic Challenge and joined us for a drink and a dance—and an appropriately themed temporary tattoo:


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Paul Day was feel a little beaten up and got the paint to match. After Skot's similar work, Oliver is getting more and more practice with the bruises.


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I had fun meeting and carousing with some of the more rough and tumble boys of the SF Fog rugby team. They had swiped someone's duct tape and had a drunken X'd theme going on themselves. Each had a variety of taped Xs about their bodies, and ultimately got fluorescent face paint to match. After a while, they inducted me as one of their own for the night.


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