Tawdry Talk

I just checked the San Francisco Jury Duty site, and found out that I have to report tomorrow at the Civil Division over at McAllister at 12:30! I better bring a book.

I finally got the photos from Jeff’s camera that I took at Fiesta. I’ve been processing them for a gallery, but here’s one that I thought was worthy of sharing in advance.

Well, this is the first dinner that I’ve cooked since I cut myself on New Year’s Day. I was actually a touch nervous slicing the onion for tonight’s meal. But, I soldiered through it and dinner was yummy.

I took a medium yellow onion, halved it and sliced it, two cubed chicken breasts, .75 pounds of green beans, .5 pounds of green, yellow, and red bell pepper mixture, .5 pounds of peas, and stir fried it all together. When nearly ready, I added 1 cup of orange juice, .5 cups of soy sauce, 1 tbsp of sugar, 1 tbsp of powered ginger, and 1 tsp of red pepper flakes, along with some corn starch - mixed it all together, and added it to the pan, cooking until thickened.

Served over rice, and I shared a scrumptious dinner!

I’m thinking that I might want to do the AIDS LifeCycle this year.

After I dropped off at SFO for his flight back to Colorado, I started cleaning my massage room. I dusted, reorganized the bookshelves, and generally straightened things up. I have a tiny bit left to do today, as I had a long phone conversation with The Bob. I had to ask him some kinda serious stuff, and our conversation was very productive. I feel more secure in our relationship now.

had called me for dinner, as well, so around supper time, I picked up and we went to Emeryville Public Market for dinner with and . We were all very low energy except Albadger, who was high from having seen the Berkeley Opera.

After a very pleasant dinner conversation, we all headed over to Trader Joe’s, where Peter and I picked up some small items, and Albadger and Tom-tardis accompanied us. From there, I drove Peter back to his house, and I headed home, falling into bed. I am largely over the sore throat, but I am still pretty low energy.

I miss .

Happy Birthday, !! This is going to be your year!

got all packed up and ready to go while I was burning his DVD of the zip files for Sun Solaris 10 for him. He had been in a class all week for it and had downloaded the final Beta version of it. It is about to be released - tomorrow, I believe, so he wanted to get a version of it before it the production version was released and it was no longer free to download. He also had the photographs of Fiesta that I took on his camera on his laptop, so he zipped them up and put them on his USB flash drive and I plugged that in to my hub and moved them all over to my photos directory. I’ll be posting more Fiesta photos soon!

It was time to get him to the airport, so we filled the tank of the van at the Shell station at 8th and Harrison, then got on to the 101 toward the airport. My plan was to take him to Lyon’s in South San Francisco, but I couldn’t quite remember how to get there, so we broke our fast at Crepes on Grand, where we had wonderfully delicious stuffed crepes and home fries. Jeff had Chicken Almondine crepe with breast meat, toasted almonds, portobello mushrooms, and provolone; I had the Country Boy, with Ham, bell peppers, tomatoes, onions, cheddar, and avocado (I had that added on myself). Scrumptious, and not terribly expensive, too! I can recommend this place.

We both seemed reluctant to get up and actually go to the airport, but time was slowly ticking away, and we got back into the van, greeted B’harnie, and drove to the airport, incidentally passing that fortunately misremembered Lyon’s along the way. The beautifully blue sky was open and expansive, but my heart was joyous yet heavy with the knowledge that my Papa-bear was leaving me again for a time, but he’ll be back for IBR.

We pulled up in front of the Delta terminal, I unloaded his suitcase from the back of the van while he said goodbye to B’harnie. We hugged each other until the sun stood still in the sky, then Jeff grabbed his case’s handle and wheeled it inside. I drove home on the 280, listening to the Prairie Home Companion’s musical guest, The Geezers, a bluegrass jug band.

The day has firmed my desire to figure out how to be with my menfolk in Colorado. These partings tear my guts out and shred them for taco meat.

Time to clean my massage room. Life as a small businessman still has to go on for me here.

We had planned on going down to the Castro to meet ’s friend, Theresa and her partner, Jennifer, but my body was crying out for rest. I begged off and Jeff went down and met them himself. They apparently had a great day wandering around Frank-baby. Meanwhile, I slept most of the day and woke up feeling much much better.

Later, Jeff called me and asked if I’d bring his jacket to him, so I got down to the Castro. We wandered in and out of various shops, looking at the stained glass lamps, the sarongs, dildoes, used denim, and just about everything else eclectic Castro Street has to offer. Eventually, we met up with , , and John at Tita’s Hale Aina, an encore for Jeff and I, but Matthew wanted to experience the love that is Teriyaki Meatloaf. I think he’s addicted to it now, too! Hooray!

During the dinner, our table seemed to have become the evening’s entertainment for another table adjacent to ours. The three guys there were blatantly watching and listening in on our admittedly loudish conversation. But we were much more interesting than they were anyway, so it’s OK, tee-hee.

We ended up standing on the sidewalk in front of the place for about half an hour, continuing our conversation. Mamoosh is a school bus driver, and he drives both the long and the short buses, so he regaled us with his tales of driving the ‘tards in the bus. We were laughing so hard sometimes that we could hardly breathe! It’s always great to see when someone really loves their work.

Finally, though, it was too cold to stand there any longer, so the three of them headed off to the Lone Star, and Jeff and I came back home.

I’m burning a DVD of Solaris 10 for him that he downloaded earlier in the week right now, and from there we’ll be breakfasting down near the airport. I have to drop him off there today, as day eight is the last day of his time here in Frank-baby. Sigh. I wish I could go with him.

Happy Birthday, !!

Well, got out of class early, and was a bit peckish, so I gathered up and picked Jeff up at his class location, then headed over to Wing Lee Bakery for some dim sum. On the way there, we had to pass UGH, where the roofers were sitting on the stoop, apparently waiting for someone to let them in. I had Dominik hop out of the van and open the door for them. None of us expected that they were going to be there, since they had come earlier in the morning and told us that with the rain, they’d be unable to work that day. A couple hours later, the sunshine inspired them to finish the job. That was a good thing.

After letting them in, we continued down to Clement and 6th for lunch, picking up a feast of dim sum for the three of us, and heading to Baker Beach to eat. The breeze was up a bit for eating on the beach, so we all sat in the van and devoured the dim sum, chatting about this and that. That enormous quantity of food was had for about $16 - Wing Lee is both delicious and inexpensive, a boon to people on a budget!

Back at the house, I found supervising the roofers, which I figured would happen while we were out. David had gone out on a walk, figuring that since they had come and pronounced the weather too wet to work, it would be fine. Well, they finished up right around 17:30 and packed up their stuff and headed out.

The sore throat I’ve been experiencing has sapped some energy from me, so I napped a bit, then woke to find Dominik getting ready to go out to see an art show at The Trap. I would have gone, but didn’t have the energy. But later, I felt better enough to go with Jeff to the Lone Star, where we met up with and Timzilla, his cohort. Jeff met a friend he hadn’t seen in years, and I just stood there listening, conserving my energy. After a while, Jeff, Jeff, Tim and I headed over to the Loading Dock to see what was up with that. Jeff and I had donned our bar vests, and I was in my Red Wings, and Jeff Glover was in his full-on regalia, so we fit right in, even though it was Rubber Night at the LD. There were enough men in leather to not feel out of place.

The crowd there was smallish, though, and after standing up in the mezzanine for a while, watching Jeff and Jeff make out on the main floor, I was losing my battle with hunger. The room became incredibly cold, and I was shivering, upstairs though I was. My Jeff came upstairs to see how I was doing, and I told him that I was cold and hungry, so we four walked over to the King Diner at 10th and Mission, where I had two grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches and a vanilla milkshake. My Jeff had a hamburger and fries, Jeff Glover had the chili-fries, and I think Timzilla did, too. The chili looked like Alpo, despite its “Homemade” moniker. The bread on my sandwiches was plain white bread, but the sandwiches were tasty anyway. The shake was yummy, if a bit thin. It was fun sitting there talking more, and I was feeling better after getting some food in my tummy.

Finally, we all hugged our goodbyes, and I drove Jeff home, where I promptly fell into bed.