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Saturday was nice afterall.

Late Friday. we went out late night dancing with Tuggy, Stephen, Ali, and some other nice peoples. I've been to a new nightclub called Mighty a few times now, and I really like it. Nightclubs are not, per se, of note, but this one is nice because it is walkable from our house, and has the most welcoming and comforting exposed red brick walls. I don't know if it is because I grew up in a brick house, because I recognize stability, or what, but I just love massive exposed brick buildings. I suppose that it also reminds me of good times long ago in New York in another big red brick club. Who knows. The beats were good, the people nice, and I danced until I got so tired that I had to nap. teehee.

Saturday had some nice city-wanderings, a trip to the beach for me to feel the earth beneath my feet and to breathe the ocean into my lungs. Very restorative, that ocean thing. :) Then, elly & I finally executed our oft-proposed whim of a road trip to Santa Cruz! We called up qq, and headed south! Yay Biodiesel trip! It was grand fun: we went to Saturn Cafe, ate yummy veggie things, and generally enjoyed the roundness of it all. We tried to walk off our meal with some requisite astrology-book-buying, and record-sifting for us, and a nice drive home. We took the 280 down: it is filled with broad sweeping turns, expanses of darkness and the occasional exit ramp off of which I once lived. The drive back home was up Highway 1 (Pacific Coast Highway), empty at that hour of night, the ocean in all of its expansive blackness a silent whisper away from the side of our car as we hurtled through space and time. I wanted to smell the ocean, so we opened the roof and got all sorts of amazing smells of salt, farming, skunks and just air. They make life so much more real to me.

Lately, I haven't been doing very well. It turns out that unemployment and slackerdom isn't all that it was cracked up to be. I've gotten to do some neat things (New Mexico, Biodiesel Adventure, volunteering for the SF Food Bank, more yoga, unpacking house with elly), but I think it's time for me to buckle down again. I never thought I'd say it, but I want to work now. Saturday was particularily good for me: there's some element of stir craziness that happens in unemployment. Changing my surroundings, but still having nice people with me was really really helpful in letting me see where I am in life, and seeing the context for things being better, without having to change absolutely everything. qq is nice. I hope I get to see him more. The grounding nature of just knowing that there are people who love you is so easily forgotten, and so powerful when it returns. It really is something. Thanks.

When elly & I made it home in the wee hours, we walked down our block smelling the flowers, and enjoying an uncharacteristicly quiet Saturday night in San Francisco. The house was (is) a wreck, and even though it was 2 in the morning, elly understood and was 100% with me as we tidied the bedroom, and did little cleaning things around the house. It gave me such a great calmness.

elly & I picked a cherry (or is it plum) tree blossom on the
way home. She made it nice for my bedside table.

Clean red bedroom.

February 11, 2005 10:31 PM