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I am not forgetting the other bloggers! I met Karen (who captured a psychotic pic of me – lets blame ArtFibers’s back sale room on that photo) and non-blogger but very talented M.C. this weekend while shopping, and then the lovely Silvia and her equally lovely sister Claudia came to a Whoreshoes show at McNally’s in Oakland. Claudia, apparently, shares Karen’s talent at capturing the side of me that escapes just before I get out the machete, so let me show you my rockabilly hairstyle taken by ME before you look at the picture she got. I’m not that frikken crazy, swear.

And tonight I got to see Marie, which was fabulous. She and her husband are just the sort you want to hang out with. No, really. I didn’t even have to try to be funny or witty, I just let them be those things, and I got to relax. Good people. Of course, it’s reached the point in blogland where I just don’t think about taking pictures. We all got out our Treos and showed each other pictures of our adorable, wonderful cats (three Treos at one table!), but not one of us snapped a shot. Just as well. I’m sleepy and I’m sure in whatever shot was taken I’d look more psychotic than ever.

I’m a little overwhelmed with all I’ve been doing, as busy as I’ve been, and not being home, 26 stories up in the air overlooking the city, but it’s true that feeling like a tourist so close to home is nice. There’s nothing like the humming quiet of a big hotel, with the elevator whooshing right next to the room. Somehow comforting. (Unless you go underwater in the bathtub, when that whooshing sounds like the rumbling beginnings of The Big One. See how fast YOU pop out of the water.)

One more day of training and then I get to go home. Hooray! I feel like spinning.

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Thought you might enjoy seeing my fantastic view of the city. 

Aren’t people amazingly and awesomely weird? Love it.
(PS – Almost all my cool links are courtesy of Lala. It’s rather predictable that way.)

Jon’s just the cutest thing, just like I knew he would be.

Look at him! How adorable is he? We had the best time, and we shopped for yarn (lots of yarn, sigh), and other things. It’s not every day you wander the City with a guy, looking for yarn, and ending up taking home dirty pillowcases. And I don’t mean they were pre-used. They’re just made that way. And no, I won’t show you. Come to the Castro, and I’ll show you want I mean. Heh. See, now THAT’S fun shopping.

Then we drank beer and watched the people go by. We assessed walks, outfits, and dog choices. Now look at this little girl:

Jon blamed her outfit on Kaffe Fassett, and that just goes to show you what he’s like. Don’tcha think?

Now, no more. I’m in a hotel in San Francisco on a training week (they’re putting me up! Sixteen miles from home! I love it), but the internet access is spotty, so if I’m slow in emailing, forgive me.

Mwah!

I ran into my lovely, loving, beautiful friend Trish at the mall the other day. Heaven help me when I go to the mall. Hate the mall. It was only the outdoor outlet kind of place, but it’s still the mall. Erg. Tried on approximately one thousand seventy-two pairs of pants that made my butt look flat, my hips square, and my legs short as a dachshund’s (sorry, Harriet). So it was a vast relief to run into someone there, and even better, it was one of the few people on that frustrating day that I would WANT to run into.

I mentioned to Trish the stale smell in my house, and I sniffed a bunch of candles and air fragrance thingies at Bath and Body Works. Then I promptly became overwhelmed by all the choices and settled in for a chat with her, leaving the store empty-handed.

She tracked me down at Old Navy, and handed over a bag. It’s the one I liked the best, Tuberose.

There’s the BEST gardenia hint to it. It’s just perfect. I’m happy.

Oh, I was just in SUCH a bad mood after dealing with getting groceries and a tire rotation and, on a separate stop, an oil change (which was staffed with boys who did NOT pick up on the my signals – I needed to say "SHUT UP! I’m NOT INTERESTED!" but I didn’t, so it’s my own fault), and then the bad mood was worsened by fighting my way up East 14th home, only to remember that after all those errands I had left my laundry back in Alameda and having to turn around and go out again.

Then I got home to THIS. Oh, yeah. I feel better now.

Also: To whomever sent me the free sample of Schick Intuition, dude. Although I have been too busy to shave this week, and I’ve been conscious of it (although I’ve worn pants all week), it was kind of a shock to receive it. Like the universe knew and didn’t approve. But I’ve been wanting to try it, so thanks!

**And added a minute later: OH, MY GOD. God bless Lala. THIS is even better. I’m crying here, I’m laughing so hard. As she said, more people should drive while talking on cell phones.

It’s official. I’ve defected and gone to the other side.

    Me on the fire truck.

Happy weekend, all!

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