My New Year's was spent with Kathy Griffin and Anderson Cooper in Times Square since no one was available for End Up-ing. Aaron ended up canceling his trip to SF due to boy problems, LG was working, and Mandy actually said to me, "You know I don't stay up that late!" No worries, though, as a minute after the new decade rolled in, Mr. Alterhausen called me half in the bag, and we had a lovely chat while listening to his CD of '50s diva songs well nigh until 3:00.
Friday was one of those misty, rainy days where the sky is a deep periwinkle, and it almost looks like heaven in the evening time. I ventured out to the outer Mission, where I hadn't been in some ten years. Nothing terribly special, except the area is sort of raised above the rest of the City, and has a great view of the skyline.
Saturday, I texted Mandy for a power walk along the Presidio, always a fun time.
But mostly, my four day weekend was spent chillaxing and checking out YouTube videos with a courtesy cocktail nearby. I'm all up on the "My Little Pony" and "She-Ra" series.
Sugar, envious of my new toy, has expressed her displeasure by not once, not twice, by three times a lady taking a shit and piss in my room. Totally nasty. But I've exacted revenge by playing videos of kittens meowing, throwing her all into a tizzy as she looks for the meowing youngsters all about the room, though she eventually caught wise and has since stopped responding.
I sat behind the Dutch Tranny today on the bus, and she smelled like stale Ritz crackers.
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