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Friday night I went to a party in the City. It was this rave type party,
so of course I decided on Thursday night to make a new Halloween costume
for the party - one in which I could dance. I spent about 4 hours total Thursday night and Friday evening making a turquoise and silver belly dancing costume. I had a silver bra already that I trimmed up with beads and ribbon, and I whipped up a circle skirt Thursday, so Friday was mostly me desperately trying to sew on silver trim. I had recieved an email from a new friend of mine, Jason, earlier on Friday telling me he'd be there until late. Since the party lasted until 4am, and I was driving myself, I thought I'd get a cat nap in before I went, as I get cranky on Friday nights sometimes...too tired. I found a parking spot with little trouble, but I had to walk quite a ways to the party. I had to ask a bouncer at a nearby bar where the party was, and I was cautioned "it's a private party." "Yes, I'm on the guest list, I just don't know where it is." I felt so....chic, telling a San Francisco bouncer I was on the guest list....leftover Hoosier naivete, I suppose. So, as I'm getting there, Jason is walking out. Missed connection #1 of the evening. His partner was home sick and he, being a kind soul, had agreed to come home early as she couldn't make the party. He did take me on a tour of the labryinth like party space, which was sweet of him. Even nicer was the fact that he loaned me the entry fee, as I searched my entire bag and couldn't find my wallet. It was a long walk back tot he car, so I just assumed it was on the floor of the front seat and didn't worry about it. The party was fun. I met a nice photographer named Alex, who asked me to come find him, but by the time I was done dancing, he had left. Missed connection #2. The dance spaces (there were 2) were nice and large, with swirly lights and plenty of good dancing. There was art on every wall, and custom light fixtures that were as swirly as the moving lights. Ther were couches and rooms full of pillows and a kids room with big, weirdly colored stuffed creatures and a patio on the roof and... Well, it was just cool. So, Corn was worried that my wallet was on my front seat, so he drove me over to my car and walked over to see if anyone had busted my window to steal it. I searched the entire front seat, and, if I'd been alone, would've continued searching until I fell into tears. HOwever, Corn looked down and noticed my wallet, happily sitting in the gutter right by my car. "This it?" Oh. My. God. Yes. All the money was in there, but I was horrified (still am) that I left my wallet in the street in San Francisco. Amazing, that it was still there. Amazing. So, yesterday David had his jam/party at my house. I had gone to bed around 4am and gotten up at 9am, so you can imagine that I was not the epitome of sweetness and light. Naw, I was ok, really. I just cautioned everyone that my mood of the day was "mellow" - NOT tired - and I reserved cranky responses for those unfortunate enough not to heed that warning. David's friend, Barry, was in town from Philly, which was the reason for the shingdig. Man, he's an excellent musician. I spent most of the day in this dreamland where really good live jazz and blues washed over me. I loved watching Barry's long, lithe fingers play over the stirngs - it really was something to see, like a spider at work on a holiday web. David's good, but I see why he looks up to Barry so much. Too bad Barry is in Philly - I know David misses having him around to jam with. They have a good chemistry together, it seems. Later that night, David and I cleaned up and went for Ethiopian food. It was one of those times I really appreciated David's low-key personality, as I'd been talked out from the party and was ready to have a converstaion where I didn't feel as if I was fighting for air time. We hung out for a bit after dinner, and it was the sweetest time David and I have spent together in...in....months? It was really nice, and it made me too nostalgic. Today (I know, I'm just listing off what I did.....sorry) I woke up, chatted with David for a good long while on the phone, then did some gardening. Remember the garden? I pulled up the dead snapdragons and planted iceland poppies in their place. I put in some new sweetpea seedlings, so we'll hopefully have colorful fragrance in midwinter (love those California winters...well, not really, but they've got Midwestern ones beat). I tore up all sorts of dead stuff and weeded along the sidewalks - very satisfying, yank and pull sort of labor. I had already replanted some pots with purple and pink kale and cabbage and orange and pink poppies, so once I swept up I felt as if I'd restored my rather neglected garden to something like its former splendor. I just ate leftover Ethiopian food and watched the announcement of the "Century's Best Baseball Team" (or something like that - those old men make me cry...) and am now writing to you. Soon I will get up, pee, change clothes and drive to the movie theatre where I will watch "American Beauty" alone. Hey, I called everyone I could think of in the East Bay (I'm sure I forgot someone) and everyone is busy. Well, Jen (my housemate) might go...maybe. She and I have been getting along quite well, by the way. I'm enjoying living with a smart woman my own age again; we seem to go on feminist rants about the same time, so I never feel ganged up on, living with a couple and all (did I mention she's dating Aron?). Whoo, getting more disjointed as I type. Ciao for now! | ||
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