back from vacation, it is actually good to get back to some sort or semblance of a pattern or plan�do not misinterpret � a week in sanfran (we'll just ignore those 4 days in hawaii) is most entertaining and amazing, it is just cheaper and more sane to be back here in our own bed. yesterday morning the tt was off to the airport again, less than seventeen (17) hours home�two and a half weeks with my best boy -- during the vacation i actually forgot that i was sad. *smile* (except for halloween night when i cried and cried.)

halloween night?

it was late in the evening on october thirtieth -- pinhole stars torn in the night overhead and salt sea pressing through the air -- when the two stumbled forth from the plane, an abundance, quite generous, of first class rum and cashews heavy in their bellies, re-circulated air streaming from limped lungs. with over-packed luggage (a fact they were all to soon, or to late, to learn) in tow, they offed to an isolated sanfranciscian mountain paradise...isolated concerning not the neighbors, but the upupuphills to walk there.

they quickly and soundly slept.

the luscious halloween morning hike beside the park down to the salon, complete with devilry and proctology, led them through lower haight, phucketthai and the japanime cafe welcoming them in with oh so open arms. after a quick snipsnipdye they were gone...gone to supposedly the best burger joint in town. supposedly.

a few belches and squelches later it was to upper haight they went, with ripe, juicy wallets and thoughts of leather and debauchery in their heads. today, a fine and warm halloween day, they would shop...perusing through countless gizmosgadgetsandwhatsets, winking and spying the beautiful, and not so beautiful, costumery abounding. few things compare to a sanfran halloween, especially when one has time and time and time to maime.

on halloween she fell in love, not with her tt for this was already established and on-going, but with the pair of maryjanes -- a love that would bring her back again and again until she was able to justify their love and back up the ultimate promise with various inuendos and funds.

also on halloween was the short, and violent, munitrek into town for to visit the sither at the office. with hopes in tuck and fears in wain she hid her awe and inspection of the workplace...so different, and yet similar to her own. is this the place of her future employ? this whiteboard to hold her delicate lettering, this chair...this desk. interesting.

after a cover of the nerves with whimsy, and a smile and goodbye they were off once more, out into the city, the beautiful and amazingly beating city, out to sushi. amusing it was to see one of the oweners of the sushishack sitting outside with huge and exposed rubber breasts and an old lady mask. she tweaked her nipples at passers by, shuffling her little feet together underneath the bench. this city, truly, is our home.

walking hours and miles (?) they strolled through thecastro on the way home, a bit early for the huge crowds, btu not for some costume fun -- especially noted are the asian navy cross-dressers posing together for pics in tiny satin shorts, halters and hats -- adorned generously with red hearts and sex. join the navy!

unfortunately, and quite the disappointment, was the lag up the hill home. the lag hitting us, a wrecking ball of sorts, knocking us out of our schedules and into our bed all too early. the plan was to venture out, not pass out...but there are times when one's body makes decisions, surpassing the mind. the legs would not move and there were tears of frustration and tears of sither joy and tears of tears of tears.

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i must at this point digress from the original detailed plan, for it is a week and a half after coming home, and time to get this posting into the journal.

one of the highlights of our sf trip was a visit to NapaValley, St.Helena wine country. i must say that i highly recommend a trip to sattuiwinery. nummy wine tasting including a few sips of myfavoritestwine in the whole world made for a most amazing day, a case and 2hr. drive later we were near home again, stopping for dinner at tt and i's anniversary italian restaurant.

while in sf we sushi-ed and went to the beach (in coats, fun! not sunny! woo! i could live here!), we ate ethiopian food as much as possible and shopped shopped. there was starwarzimax and various sunsets...and irish pubs (espically fun when mixed with macy's shopping afterward)... and walking walking walking, bars and clubs.

all in all, a marvelous time. wonderful to spend time with the sither and her beaux, and a shame that when we move they will too...we follow a few years too late.

i look forward to the change in ways, many ways...but there are loves here i will miss.

...and speaking of loves that i will miss...tonight is f0o and stab0on and a drinking/packing extravaganza.

*smile*

things here are stable and good...how fun to have both income and youth...how fun to not loose my fun.

*wink*

it seems strange to me those who sell out/their souls when they enter the professional world. strange. but...not us.

there is, after all, quite the difference between being mature and being old, being responsible and selling out.

i am tired of the games and who said what's...yes yes...narcissistic and judgemental bullshit of high school mentality�i am i am. growing up a little in thought is not a bad thing at all. nope. look in the mirror and try to see what others see...i have�and i am quite enjoying it the further i get from immaturity.