Today reminds me of San Francisco. The temperature, the sky, the breeze, my clothes (sweatshirt, jeans, flip-flops), the guy who was walking down the sidewalk in front of me semi-cagily smoking a joint. Someone's birthday, good coffee cravings, my attempt to get a farm share. I miss that city. I think it's time for a visit, at the very least.
I went to a club night Tuesday, somewhat randomly. The scene was, well, scene. The music was good, and I ran into Flynn (which is always good), but I wonder if I have moved beyond this type of activity's demographic. I mean, I was a little trashed, so I didn't care at all at the the time -- I was there to DANCE, which I love more than most things on this earth. ("Move outta the way, kiddos! Vieve's been doin' this since you were 12!") But in the sober light of noon on Wednesday, I wonder if I didn't make an ass of myself.
Posted by thevieve at April 26, 2007 12:47 PMVieve, I was there... You did not make an ass of yourself! You were awesome, as always. And you got me to dance harder than I have in a long time, so I thank you for that.
Oh, and EV apologized for not getting back to us. Apparently she was throwing up Greyhounds. (The drink, not the dog.)
I had fun. We should go to Toast, girl or boy night. Or both! (Just not in the same week.)
XOXO,
Drunky
Did you live in San Francisco my dear ?
i did once