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Da Weekend
Nov. 18th, 2005 01:04 amI feel honor-bound to chronicle last weekend's events before I pursue new adventures this weekend.
Friday.
I called in sick, legitimately, and slept ALLLLLLL day long. It was a singular pleasure but ultimately boring. I was eventually lured out of bed by the siren song of Irina's "Girl Movie Night"--ya just can't beat cookies, feminism, and Canadian teen werewolf movies. And so it was. We had a rather rousing discussion about society and the general fear of women's aggressive sexuality. I had much to say, but remained quiet for fear of unleashing the snarky beast within (someone complained that we weren't being inclusive and respectful by assuming that all women menstruated--this was in response to the moderator referring to something in the collective sense *groan*). I was mostly good with only a few choice snarktastic sarcastic outbursts (I thought we should ask the fixed cat what pronoun he or she preferred to be identified by)--Heidi threatened to kick my ass but failed in executing said threat. It was fun. I returned home properly socialized and somewhat perked up.
Saturday.
More sleeping. And then some. I went to the library *swoon* and then proceeded to drive out to the big bad city to continue my fabulous weekend, cold or flu be damned.
George and I met up at his apartment where we immediately started pounding "Dirty Girls" (an unholy concoction of Go Girl, Pineapple Juice, and Vodka that ultimately made my jaw clench). I got drunk early, fell asleep, and then woke up a bit groggy with a body unwilling to imbibe much more--I miscalculated and wound up sober for much of the evening. My highschool buddy, Timote, showed up as did Lee, a recent East Coast transplant and friend of Holly's. It was a little strange assembling a motley crew of (mostly straight) men to go carousing in the Castro, but it seemed to work out. We went to the Badlands, danced, sweated, and watched Tim's premier on the gay SF meat market. Amused and exhausted we moved onto the Cafe, where air and women were more plentiful. There was bumping, grinding, and some rather impressive kissing...spectating and participating were greatly improved at this location.
Unfortunately all good things must end. That night ended with Lee shutting down a the dance club on his first night in the Castro. *shakes head* It was for a good reason, there was a gas leak after all and plenty of people smoking, but all the same there was a lot of last call sex that was sacrificed in the name of safety. Lee seemed rather proud of himself, but I feared for his personal safety...you don't mess around with gay sex at 1 am on a Saturday night. He lived, but I'm not sure how.
The night officially ended with banana pancakes at Orphan Andy's and a tottering walk home.
Sunday
IKEA. I dragged George out of bed at the godforsaken hour of 9 am to go to the great Swedish temple of all things modular, fabulous, and cheap. Despite meatball and coffee fortification, it was a trying trip. Long lines, payment snafus, and much crossing of fingers were the prevailing themes. When we tried to get George's bookcase into my car, bad things happened. The poor thing was abused on both ends. There was much laughter and mimicking of anal sex--my poor Toyota played bottom. In lieu of a red flag on the back of the car, we made due with my red sequined devil horns from Halloween and a fabulous orange scarf. Although we proved ourselves to be tool users, we would probably get eaten alive in the wild.
After what turned out to be a four hour ordeal, I hooked up with Lee for coffee, at least theoretically. Thanks to a nonexistent left turn lane on Market and the convertible top being down, we were treated to a breathtaking view of the city that led us up, up, up and eventually to a lookout point near Twin Peaks. We hiked to the highest point and watched the sun go down on the city...it was postcard perfect and was my first time seeing the city in that particular shade of glory. Afterwards we went to a Taqueria in the Mission and enjoyed a really great dinner complete with strolling Mariachis and Orangina (not a typically Latin treat, but it made me happy all the same). There was a detour to an "educational" store and then Lee dropped me off at my car and sent me on my way. It was a lovely time.
Photographic evidence of fun.
The entire weekend was well-spent and it makes me both excited and sad to leave Nor Cal. I wish that I had more time and money to prowl San Francisco in that fashion. It was nice to get to know new people and even nicer to get reacquainted with old friends. I will miss this place when I'm gone. But there's still adventures to be had, probably better ones more suited to my particular interests. *shrugs* I guess the ultimate thing to take from this is to enjoy what's available now and look forward to what's to come.
With that said, what is to come? As of now, Saturday is wide open. Perhaps I should get my Harry Potter on?
Friday.
I called in sick, legitimately, and slept ALLLLLLL day long. It was a singular pleasure but ultimately boring. I was eventually lured out of bed by the siren song of Irina's "Girl Movie Night"--ya just can't beat cookies, feminism, and Canadian teen werewolf movies. And so it was. We had a rather rousing discussion about society and the general fear of women's aggressive sexuality. I had much to say, but remained quiet for fear of unleashing the snarky beast within (someone complained that we weren't being inclusive and respectful by assuming that all women menstruated--this was in response to the moderator referring to something in the collective sense *groan*). I was mostly good with only a few choice snarktastic sarcastic outbursts (I thought we should ask the fixed cat what pronoun he or she preferred to be identified by)--Heidi threatened to kick my ass but failed in executing said threat. It was fun. I returned home properly socialized and somewhat perked up.
Saturday.
More sleeping. And then some. I went to the library *swoon* and then proceeded to drive out to the big bad city to continue my fabulous weekend, cold or flu be damned.
George and I met up at his apartment where we immediately started pounding "Dirty Girls" (an unholy concoction of Go Girl, Pineapple Juice, and Vodka that ultimately made my jaw clench). I got drunk early, fell asleep, and then woke up a bit groggy with a body unwilling to imbibe much more--I miscalculated and wound up sober for much of the evening. My highschool buddy, Timote, showed up as did Lee, a recent East Coast transplant and friend of Holly's. It was a little strange assembling a motley crew of (mostly straight) men to go carousing in the Castro, but it seemed to work out. We went to the Badlands, danced, sweated, and watched Tim's premier on the gay SF meat market. Amused and exhausted we moved onto the Cafe, where air and women were more plentiful. There was bumping, grinding, and some rather impressive kissing...spectating and participating were greatly improved at this location.
Unfortunately all good things must end. That night ended with Lee shutting down a the dance club on his first night in the Castro. *shakes head* It was for a good reason, there was a gas leak after all and plenty of people smoking, but all the same there was a lot of last call sex that was sacrificed in the name of safety. Lee seemed rather proud of himself, but I feared for his personal safety...you don't mess around with gay sex at 1 am on a Saturday night. He lived, but I'm not sure how.
The night officially ended with banana pancakes at Orphan Andy's and a tottering walk home.
Sunday
IKEA. I dragged George out of bed at the godforsaken hour of 9 am to go to the great Swedish temple of all things modular, fabulous, and cheap. Despite meatball and coffee fortification, it was a trying trip. Long lines, payment snafus, and much crossing of fingers were the prevailing themes. When we tried to get George's bookcase into my car, bad things happened. The poor thing was abused on both ends. There was much laughter and mimicking of anal sex--my poor Toyota played bottom. In lieu of a red flag on the back of the car, we made due with my red sequined devil horns from Halloween and a fabulous orange scarf. Although we proved ourselves to be tool users, we would probably get eaten alive in the wild.
After what turned out to be a four hour ordeal, I hooked up with Lee for coffee, at least theoretically. Thanks to a nonexistent left turn lane on Market and the convertible top being down, we were treated to a breathtaking view of the city that led us up, up, up and eventually to a lookout point near Twin Peaks. We hiked to the highest point and watched the sun go down on the city...it was postcard perfect and was my first time seeing the city in that particular shade of glory. Afterwards we went to a Taqueria in the Mission and enjoyed a really great dinner complete with strolling Mariachis and Orangina (not a typically Latin treat, but it made me happy all the same). There was a detour to an "educational" store and then Lee dropped me off at my car and sent me on my way. It was a lovely time.
Photographic evidence of fun.
The entire weekend was well-spent and it makes me both excited and sad to leave Nor Cal. I wish that I had more time and money to prowl San Francisco in that fashion. It was nice to get to know new people and even nicer to get reacquainted with old friends. I will miss this place when I'm gone. But there's still adventures to be had, probably better ones more suited to my particular interests. *shrugs* I guess the ultimate thing to take from this is to enjoy what's available now and look forward to what's to come.
With that said, what is to come? As of now, Saturday is wide open. Perhaps I should get my Harry Potter on?
