Saturday I headed to my office to see a new client, hopped on the bus like normal, but when I got to 8th and Market, I realized that I had forgotten to grab the bag of clean sheets! I got off the bus and crossed the street to the bus in the outbound direction.
It was around quarter to noon, so I called my client to let him know that I was going to be around 15 minutes late. Just as I was about to tell him, he blurted out that he was going to be late, so I asked him how late he thought he was going to be. His reply? “Oh, around 45 minutes.”
45 minutes late to an hour long appointment. When I told him that we wouldn’t be able to work unless he wanted to come in a little later in the afternoon, he demurred, and asked if we could reschedule for later in the week.
So, I didn’t have to tell him that I was going to be 15 minutes late after all! Instead I am going to reschedule with him for a session this week.
OK, well, with my schedule disrupted unexpectedly, I came back home and did a load of laundry.
But backtracking a bit, while I was waiting at the bus stop to head downtown, I called my friend, Pete King, and he asked me if I’d come up to Guerneville to and be a security guy for a dance at his club, Riverspace, for a dance at the circuit party, Sundance. Somehow I agreed to this.
So, Sunday I got a zipcar and drove up to the river. We had dinner at Boon, the new cafe where Bob and Boy used to be, and it was delightful! I had the radicchio salad with carmelized pears, and Pete had the cous-cous with a chicken breast, which also looked tasty!
The party ran from 6pm to 3am. Egads, standing in front of the club while hundreds of young (and not so young), ecstacy-ridden circuit party boys traipsed and gallivanted, sashayed and swayed hither and yon was a strange experience. Who knew that twinky boys were so attracted to big daddy bears? I got so many hugs and smiles that the hours flew by.
When the party finally wound down, I crashed at Pete’s place at around 4am. Woke up at 9:30, showered and dressed, wrote Pete a cute little thank you note, and drove back down to San Francisco, stopping at a Denny’s for a veggie omelet and to fuel the car in Petaluma.
Later that night, Will invited me to dine with him and Bruin at their place. Will had just purchased a new Indian cookbook and he wanted to try out one of the dishes, and would I come and be unafraid at the result? The vindaloo turned out really delicious! Later, we watched an old Eddie Izzard concert and laughed until it was time to catch the bus back home. I was really wiped out from the late night and lack of nap.
But it was a really good weekend! Hooray!
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