A man on skates rolled by me. He thought he was clever. “Oh, look at me, I’m going to roller skate and have my dog pull me about.” What he didn’t count on was a little black french bulldog and its lady friend crossing the same street as he & his tethered friend. His dog weaved around him and lunged forward with all his might to try to get the little bulldog who was equally anxious to get closer as well. Sadly, the clever man on rollerblades kept from falling…somehow. It was an amusing little display in the middle of the crosswalk, though. Silly people.

Friday was Diana’s big birthday bash. Bunches of people showed up and it was a crazy evening. I had a margarita for the first time, made from scratch by Diana. I wasn’t a fan at first sip, but it grew on me. They didn’t mess me up like her friend warned they would. Though I did slip slowly, keeping his warning in mind. It was a fun but long night. After waiting 20 minutes for a bus, that bus decided it was only going for half of the route and dropped myself and several others in the middle of the city. I hung out with a hipster couple, who were moving to the city next month, and together, we walked north, passing time & trying to stay warm until the next bus came…another 20 minutes later. I think it took me 2 hours to get home, but I can’t be entirely sure. Sporting a dress & flip flops on a chilly San Fran evening, I wanted nothing more than to grab a sweatshirt and climb in to bed.

Saturday held even more adventures. My day started off early with my movers finally arriving. After a few weeks without any of my stuff, I was beginning to question if I even needed it at this point. After unpacking all afternoon, I’m happy to have it. It’s fun decorating a new place. I have some hodge-podge furniture action going on, but I’m thankful to have more than an air mattress as options for dining, interneting, and putting on shoes. It’s official that a bed is the high-priority purchase in the near future. I shall shop when I return from Amsterdam.

I spent the evening with Justin. We visited a co-worker’s loft, where he & his roommates were showcasing their art, complete with a DJ and free fruit-infused alcoholic beverages. It was a lovely time. Very chill and relaxed. My kind of scene. But we left it, because I was supposed to go to the Castro to meet up with some friends who were in town for Pride. Well, we walked a ways, hopelessly tried to get a cab, and decided to walk the remaining mile or so uphill to the event. We heard some pretty bad techno and knew we were close. Sure enough, we came over the hill to discover a 3-block solid sector of people. Fortunately, we were on the same page about our feelings of crossing the boundary to join that mass of people. We looked on to it long enough to truthfully say we’d seen it. It was all quite disappointing. There were drunk, half-naked, and costumed people, which was all fine and dandy, but in this case, there were thousands of them. The amount of people was just a bit overwhelming, so we didn’t stay long. I was still tired from the party the night before, so I was anxious to get home to sleep. Glad to say I went, but I would have rather stayed at the art party. We missed the band and breakdancers. Justin said the parade was much of the same as the party. I believe the phrase was “there was lots of crowded pride.”

Sunday, I did lots of sleeping and then lots more unpacking. I also had a several hour phone chat with Amy. It was nice to catch up after such an absence.

And now, I want to finalize my unpacking and do some sitting. I’ve done plenty more walking on other days, but for some reason, every part of my legs just ache like they’ve never ached before. Need to get rested for the 4th of July festivities & Fillmore Jazz Festival this weekend.