Elbows leaning on a painted, peeling ledge and red shoes twined around the legs of my rickety barstool, I drink a beer and watch the world go by. The balcony is shaded and the weather cooling with the resting sun; I am thankful for the jacket shielding me from the wind. A hill serves as [...]
Monthly Archives: July 2002
twenty-four seven
Thursday, July 4, 2002
Are the planets misaligned? The week started funky… no one — colleagues, family, friends — seemed to be connecting at all.
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I wish that this city was open 24/7. Plenty of bars and a couple of coffeehouses stay open until two, but unless you want fast food, it’s difficult to find a late- or all-night restaurant [...]
pride
Monday, July 1, 2002
This was my first time attending pride festivities in San Francisco — or anywhere, for that matter — and I was moved by the experience. Some highlights:
…my luggage going MIA for a day and a half at the Oakland airport
…kinky supermodels at the Lexington served up by the cutest bartender (sigh)
…breaking in my new red [...]
