Ring a ding ding

So, I actually did it. I'm one of them. The same people I laugh at, have cursed at, and nearly threw stuff at. Yes...I rode the "Party Cable Car." We were sure to avoid the Mission for fear that people would do all those things I mentioned above. I was sure to suggest the Marina, North Beach and such since they are used to sites like ours. Drunk, high and yelling at passerbys, our party toasted to our youth on board a motor-run cable car. But you know, it was fun. We started to get a little green as we headed out towards the Palace of Fine Arts. We never got off, except for an occassional bar hop or unless the boys had to take a leak in the bushes. That is my one envy of man. The ease in which they can urinate in semi-public space.

But back to my story. Despite being ill, I went out and celebrated my friend's birthday. It only cost me my voice and probably a slight extension of my illness, maybe some self respect. But birthdays are special. It is the one special day to appreciate being alive and our place in the world-and have all your loved ones do the same. Make a wish, have a drink, share a laugh, and ring the bell.

Illin' in SF

My immune system is for shit. This is at least the 3x I've been sick in 6 months. I felt it coming on all last week, convincing myself it was allergies. Until..Sunday, the sore throat appeared. I still thought I could beat it. I drank airborne, water, tea. I took vitamins, aspirin-you name it. I even stayed home, slept for like 12 hours and barely moved all day. I thought I had it licked. Then...this morning...it had progressed to the full sore throat, annoying nasal drip and earache. I know I can still can keep it at bay. I know I can!

All my friends have been ill. Many with fevers, pink eye, stomach flu-the worst of it. Deep in my subconscious, I guess knew I'd get it. Could that be what did me in? How the germs slipped by? You can have a massive wall of protection-or in this case-denial. But the smallest crack in the right spot can take it all down. The virus knew it was a bluff and called me out.

SIGH. Now I'm in my own hell. Stuck in my apt on a beautiful day. Nothing to do. No way to shut off my brain. I've never been a yoga fan. Meditation never my thing. I guess I'll keep hounding my friends at work though email.

Please don't fornicate with the amulet

This was projected across the screen at scenster central as everyone pulsed to the latest indierock tune. After "hell week" at work and a friend projecting some pretty hurtful shit onto me, I needed a break and decided to hit a club. The band was a bit of a nightmare as they screamed their latest hit "Bikini Bottom." Umm, yeah. And I love how the 80's are trying to make a come back. The film crew at my work was doing a NYE scene from the 80's in NY, and people were pimping the look, similar to those at the club last night. But, it's only the supposed cool scene from the 80's. Cola, sexy mesh tops, risque minis and leg warmers-I'm not seeing a lot of line-backer shoulder pads and purple frost lipstick. People watching is insightful when you are hurting and pissed. It helps with self-reflection. I know for sure I am starting to feel the generation gap, but I thank the newbies anyway.