Nicky picked me up from work Friday night, and we met Will and Bruin in the Castro for dinner. We ended up going to the Lower Haight to dine at the utterly incredibly Chili Cha Cha Thai Restaurant. We ordered a whole bunch of food and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. From there, we headed to Le Video so I could get a copy of John Waters’ Crybaby. It was my responsibility to put together the slide show to project onto the screen at Saturday night’s Trash Film Orgy, and I planned on rehearsing it that night, too.
But when we were having our coffee at Wicked Grounds, we found out about Sam Storick’s death, and Will became very upset. You see, he and Sam had been partners for a few years back in Arizona, and the suddenness of both Sam’s illness and death had us all unbalanced. So, Will asked me if I could take them home immediately, and I acceded, driving them over to Portola and Woodside. Nicky and I got home but I just couldn’t focus on the task at hand, so I canceled my appointments for Saturday – both because I was upset at Sam’s death, but also so I could rehearse the slide-show synchronization with the movie. Nicky was a real comfort to me.
Saturday, I put the finishing touches on the slideshow and hopped in the Zipcar, arriving in Sacramento around 6pm. I had a quick nap and dinner, then headed to the theater, where I acquired some molasses magic cookies, and ate one. Probably I should have asked how strong the cookies were, but I figured that I’m a big guy and have enough tolerance to handle whatever it throws my way.
The show went well, and the lighting looked really grand during the opening number. I rushed downstairs to take my place at the laptop and projector down by the DJ booth, so I could project the lyrics onto the screen while the movie played. The cookie was really working.
During intermission, I bought two bottles of water, and started drinking water because my mouth was feeling dry. Did some socializing with random folks at the show, and headed back to my laptop to finish the job. I was growing increasingly thirsty during the second half of the movie, but I couldn’t find my water bottles.
After the film, I found my bottles, but I couldn’t figure out how to make my arm lift the bottle to my mouth. Then I fell off my chair onto the floor of the theater, and started to panic. People were gathered around me but I couldn’t make my arms work right at all. Finally, I was able to make my arms move again, and Darin sat with me for a few minutes until I was able to get up and move around again. That was a very strange experience.
I got to Darin and Christy’s house for a little visit, then drove back at my motel around 04:00, and promptly fell asleep. Woke up at 10:30 on Sunday morning, and decided that instead of going back to San Francisco right away for Dore Alley, I would spend a couple of hours visiting my dad and younger sister and brother-in-law at their place, so I called my dad and let him know I’d be there in about an hour. Vel called me a few minutes later, and I suggested that we might want to get breakfast. So we had a plan.
Vel and Paco on the River
A quick shower, then a short drive to their place, and I had a lovely visit with them. A couple of their friends showed up, too, and we had a good afternoon hanging out. Jim suggested that we go out on the river in their new boat, and I thought that was a splendid idea, so we got up and headed out to Discovery Park for the boat launch ramp, and spend a couple of hours cruising up and down the Sacramento River.
Headed back to San Francisco somewhere around 21:30 and called Nicky up to see where he was. We met at Nation’s Giant Burger in El Cerrito for a quick dinner of wild salmon burgers, fries, and pie. Since I was feeling both good and unsettled I decided to stay with him in El Cerrito for the night and return the car in the morning. My noon appointment had already asked to reschedule, so I wasn’t worried about having to get up too early to drive in the morning commute traffic, and had a pleasant night’s sleep and good morning with Nicholas.
The zipcar was returned with a few minutes to spare, and I walked back home, did some laundry, and napped in preparation for my afternoon clients.
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