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I'm back from San Francisco! Oh yeah, I went to San Francisco!! It was for 48 hours, so please don't be sad if I didn't contact you.
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drinkasyourpour is doing marvellously. I left her in good hands, with friends of hers I immediately liked, in a beautiful temporary apartment, and most importantly, with her feeling pretty goddamn happy. She left me a voicemail on Saturday and I would have thought her on E, she sounded so relaxed and lovey and happy. Except she wasn't, she was on SF. I almost wish I had a dream like of my own involving a city so I could experience such a honeymoon.
It was a great and fun weekend from me, though the result is I'm utterly groundless and discombobulated right now. I'm at work, I don't know what day it is (I keep saying and thinking its Tuesday), I completely forgot to eat for half of the the day because I was thrown off by time. Its grey and cloudy and muggy and I'm freezing inside this office building, hardly able to type my fingers are so stiff. I'm feeling a bit at a loss with myself as a result. I suspect it will be easily remedied with a full night's sleep in my bed, some time at home, some time alone. But it doesn't always feel so easily remedied in the middle of it. It could be I'm also mourning one of my closest friends leaving Chicago. I honestly couldn't be more happy for her and what she accomplished in making this happen, but that means I could probably also be a little sad for myself because of the consequences. I mean, this is the person who I wrote a craigslist ad, so she'd find a gf and fall in love and stay in Chicago. And it kinda worked. She did meet someone and stay another year. But, in the end, you can't alter fate, as the myths tell us.
Other exciting events in my two days included a night on the town with my Husband, which involved dinner at Indian Oven, then drinks at Twin Peaks, where I ended "making out with an 88 year old man" except we didn't make out, I just kissed him good night, um, three times, all somewhat chastely. He sat down at our table and Husband wanted to stay and chat and so we did and next thing I knew, I was flirting with him, with such things as "you don't look a day over 70!" He was quite charming. I had also had many many cocktails and there was some further 'trouble' that happened that evening, the good kind, but you know the saying, what happens in an accidental drunken stupor,....needs to be processed briefly in the morning and then acted like it never happened. I took a nap in Dolores Park. I ate both Bombay Ice Cream and a brownie from Tartine. In the same afternoon. I walked a lot, including up 27th St. to Noe Valley which was a bit of a feat, one of those predicaments where you curse yourself for getting into the situation, then feel immensely proud after accomplishing it.
I also mettorreycanyon which was strange given that I felt a bit like we've already known each other awhile. I will get more quality time with him in two weeks when he and limenal come to Chicago.
I'm supposed to get another round of root canal work done tomorrow and I am tempted to cancel, just like I did the last time I had a dental appointment for the day after returning from SF. I think I will try to just soldier on this time and make it happen. August is ending, I have travelled a lot this month, from one end of the country to the other, in both car and plane, and part of me went with it, was excited and energized by it. That part is done.
drinkasyourpour is doing marvellously. I left her in good hands, with friends of hers I immediately liked, in a beautiful temporary apartment, and most importantly, with her feeling pretty goddamn happy. She left me a voicemail on Saturday and I would have thought her on E, she sounded so relaxed and lovey and happy. Except she wasn't, she was on SF. I almost wish I had a dream like of my own involving a city so I could experience such a honeymoon.It was a great and fun weekend from me, though the result is I'm utterly groundless and discombobulated right now. I'm at work, I don't know what day it is (I keep saying and thinking its Tuesday), I completely forgot to eat for half of the the day because I was thrown off by time. Its grey and cloudy and muggy and I'm freezing inside this office building, hardly able to type my fingers are so stiff. I'm feeling a bit at a loss with myself as a result. I suspect it will be easily remedied with a full night's sleep in my bed, some time at home, some time alone. But it doesn't always feel so easily remedied in the middle of it. It could be I'm also mourning one of my closest friends leaving Chicago. I honestly couldn't be more happy for her and what she accomplished in making this happen, but that means I could probably also be a little sad for myself because of the consequences. I mean, this is the person who I wrote a craigslist ad, so she'd find a gf and fall in love and stay in Chicago. And it kinda worked. She did meet someone and stay another year. But, in the end, you can't alter fate, as the myths tell us.
Other exciting events in my two days included a night on the town with my Husband, which involved dinner at Indian Oven, then drinks at Twin Peaks, where I ended "making out with an 88 year old man" except we didn't make out, I just kissed him good night, um, three times, all somewhat chastely. He sat down at our table and Husband wanted to stay and chat and so we did and next thing I knew, I was flirting with him, with such things as "you don't look a day over 70!" He was quite charming. I had also had many many cocktails and there was some further 'trouble' that happened that evening, the good kind, but you know the saying, what happens in an accidental drunken stupor,....needs to be processed briefly in the morning and then acted like it never happened. I took a nap in Dolores Park. I ate both Bombay Ice Cream and a brownie from Tartine. In the same afternoon. I walked a lot, including up 27th St. to Noe Valley which was a bit of a feat, one of those predicaments where you curse yourself for getting into the situation, then feel immensely proud after accomplishing it.
I also met
torreycanyon which was strange given that I felt a bit like we've already known each other awhile. I will get more quality time with him in two weeks when he and limenal come to Chicago. I'm supposed to get another round of root canal work done tomorrow and I am tempted to cancel, just like I did the last time I had a dental appointment for the day after returning from SF. I think I will try to just soldier on this time and make it happen. August is ending, I have travelled a lot this month, from one end of the country to the other, in both car and plane, and part of me went with it, was excited and energized by it. That part is done.
