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Marin County did not want me on Friday after all, but the City did. The MSG and I met up with my new flatmate Inkbot, and the three of us strolled around the block party in my new neighborhood, ate Belgian fries from Frjtz, and ended up at Hotel Biron. It struck me as the three of us were chatting throughout the evening that it was all so … easy. It makes sense to me that the two people I spend the most time with these days are exactly these two people. Perhaps I’m finally over that pull to resolve others’ difficulty and tension, and now can find simple, straightforward interaction with the people I enjoy.

Saturday afternoon was devoted to sorting through all of my bathroom crap and moving the non-crap to my new apartment. Dancing with the MSG was pushed back from Friday to Saturday night, and I felt quite decadent as we ate home-cooked osso bucco after 22:00 and caught a cab to Club Six. I wore the dress I wore on my first date with the MSG, which proved to be much too much clothing for the amount of dancing that followed, but I can’t seem to wrap my head around going out at night in less than a dress, like so many San Francisco females do.

People-watching at clubs is always fascinating to me. It’s much more fun when you’re people-watching with someone who finds the same things grotesquely humorous. I spotted a man in a black tank-top looking glumly out at the dancefloor for hours until an extremely tipsy bleached-blonde teetered over to him. The next thing I knew, he was dancing behind her and performing that horrific ass-slapping move. I turned to give the MSG a wide-eyed look and he was already laughing.

Do you introduce yourself before or after the spanking? Just curious.

Everyone in the universe was brunching yesterday, but we managed to find an adequate spot. The rest of the day was spent driving around the City and assembling pieces-parts of the evening meal, which turned out wonderfully. My favorite part was chopping an entire sweet potato into rice-sized pieces for the risotto, if by “favorite” I mean “most painful”. Still, it was fun, because I love chopping things. I’m not sure why that is, but it is.

We watched a surprisingly good “Runaway Jury” during dinner-prep and while we ate. I didn’t want to drive back to Marin after the movie was over, but I had to because of an early shift today. As I did, I realized that that was the last time I’d be driving to Marin on a Sunday night. What a smile that brought to my face!

And then this morning I got to see the photos that David took of my thirty-first birthday party. Here is one of my favorites:


I can’t wait until this transition is complete. Everything inside me is wriggling like a puppy. Saturday can’t come soon enough.

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