Boy, what a weekend. And it's not over yet. I'm on my way to Rehab at Julie's Supper Club down on Folsom.
It'll be nice to get out of my practically-in-Chinatown neighborhood, which has been like living in a bowl of rice krispies lately...constant snap, crackle, and pop from young Chinese kids setting off firecrackers in celebration of the Chinese new year. Now, I can handle the occasional pop, snap, or bang. That's fine. It's the fucking M-80's that irritate me and completely shatter any train of thought I might be experiencing. Nothing like sitting at my computer, thinking, about to write something, when suddenly there's a "KA-BOOM!!!" right outside my bedroom window.
So off I go to Julie's. I can't wait to see Marcia, Darwin, and Ryan. Hopefully Rob will be there, too. And if I'm lucky, I'll get to see Darwin like this:
Gotta love Darwin. I was actually standing next to him when that photo was taken.
On a side note, a random search for a photo revealed to me I've been included in the "Feeling Sexy" category at The Mirror Project. I submitted the photos, but not for that category.
Guess someone else thinks I'm feeling sexy.
So, as Candyman once said, gonna break off a bottle of Asti Spumanti, pop off the top, and rock with my posse.
See you at Rehab. :-)