Today I had lunch with Will down at the Ferry Building, at Taylor’s Automatic Refresher; I had the Ahi Burger and Sweet Potato Fries. It was quite delicious, if a touch pricey. We wandered around the Ferry Building for a little while, talking about this and that, then walked over to the Embarcadero Cinema to see what was playing – nothing interesting, so we walked down to California and Market and hopped on the cable car headed up Nob Hill, getting off at Grace Cathredal, where we walked the labyrinth, then looked inside, as Will had never been inside before.
We walked down the hill down Powell Street, and during our walk, I had a brief text conversation with Jason, which lead Will and I to head into the St. Francis where Jason works for a brief conversation. I will write about recent events with Jason in its own post.
But from the hotel, we headed down to the Crate & Barrel, where I bought a cute little basket for my massage studio to act as a valet for my clients’ wallet, etc. It fits perfectly on the small table I have next to the chair. Will decided he needed caffeine, so we trekked across Market Street to the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf for some iced tea. Bruin showed up a few minutes after we arrived, and Will had purchased him a tea, too, and we sat beneath the big blue cube of the Contemporary Jewish Museum, sipping our drinks and discussing the day.
Jason texted me, saying he was getting off work early, so I told him to come by where we were. He sauntered up and the four of us talked for a little while, but I had to go back into my office and work on my 18:00 client.
I’ve been working on this client’s feet and calves, and his new chiropractor had a suggestion for what I should be working on with him, so we did a very intense muscle stripping session on his feet, and some very deep work on his calves – basically separating the individual muscles from each other. This work is not for the faint-hearted.
After the session, I rode down to the Castro and saw Jason, who was carrying some groceries home from the store. We chatted about the end of his situation with the guy he’s staying with, and some possible places for him to move. There are possiblities there with a couple of friends for roommate situations. But he had to get his perishibles home, so we said goodnight.
I called my friend, Terry, and as it happens, he was just stepping out of the Castro Theater having seen a film at the Film Noir Festival, and he was hungry, so we walked up to Cafe Flore for him to eat, and to catch up. It had been about a year since we had seen each other, and there was so much to tell. When last we tuned in, he was living out in Concord/Martinez at his ex’s place. Now he’s living on Nob Hill (ironically, we walked by his house on our way down the hill today), and has a boyfriend. Hooray for him! After his meal, we wandered back to Castro MUNI, but I did a quick check of NextMUNI and saw that the F-Market was departing in just four minutes, so we rode that instead.
Laguna Street came all too soon, so we parted and I made my way home, where I now sit writing this note.
