I did two back-to-back two hour massages Saturday, which capped off my work week sinking into exhaustion. Yet, I somewhat foolishly decided to follow-through on my plan to attend the Capitol City Squares’ Harvest Moon and 28th Anniversary Dance in Sacramento. Steve picked me and new dancer, Jason, up and off we schlepped to Sacramento.
We arrived 30 minutes into the dance, and I only danced four tips that evening, but they were good. I danced two Plus tips, one Class-level tip, and the one A2 tip they had. The calling was brisk and just challenging enough, although I was truly wiped out by the end of the night, and sat out most of dancing to marshal my energy for that A2 tip.
After the dance, we all piled back into Steve’s car and we made it back to San Francisco by 23:30, even with the lane closures on the Bay Bridge.
Sunday, I walked to the Lone Star Saloon, and drank some beer at the bust for the South Bay Bears. Chatted with folks I hadn’t seen in a while, especially Will and Bruin. Sometime about half-way into the bust, Will decided that he had had enough crowd, so he and Bruin left.
As I was standing there talking to this crazy guy who thought silk came from flies, and wool from “farm animals,” I decided to excuse myself and leave with them. We walked up to Market Street, then further all the way to the Castro, where we made our farewells. I could feel my back complaining so went over to Thai Chef and gratefully sat down. During the walk, a young man with whom I had been chatting on bear411 called and asked where we could meet. I let him know that I was going to be dining at Thai Chef, and that he was free to join me if he wanted.
He arrived not long after I sat down, and we had a nice conversation about nothing in particular. After supper, we wandered around the Castro windowshopping, and I gave him a couple of smooches in front of Urban Florist as the purple-colored phalaenopsis peered back at us through the glass. I was definitely showing signs of having a sore back, though, and he graciously offered to give me a ride home. Once upstairs, I shed my clothes, checked email, and climbed up into my bed. Sleep came quickly, and deeply.
It was time for a haircut, so I got out the clippers and buzzed my hair down, then off to work. On the bus ride downtown, I was trying to remember if I had left the blinds open on my south-facing windows, which would have been quite unmoist. Fortunately, I had kept them closed when I left on Friday morning, so the room was still fairly cool. I got the cross breeze going, table dressed and plants watered, then sat down to wait for my first client.