All Dressed Up

I am still recovering from a weekend full of interesting social activities. On Friday, we went to an art show on Valencia Street for my friend Rafael Landea (check it out, it is at 973 Valencia: a very cool Spanish-language bookstore). Saturday, we went to a house-warming near Dolores Park. The building has a dungeon in the basement, or at least the vestiges of one. I am not kidding. Someone had installed vertical bars and an old curtain rod that hangs across the bars still has the curtain rings on it. I am sure it once had a creepy black curtain and a dominatrix. I'll have to buy a skeleton as a housewarming present. Sunday, I was up on Bernal Hill at a book-making workshop, and Sunday night we piled in a car and went to Oakland for a birthday party.

I am using we in the royal sense as in, "We, the Queen". I feel a bit lonesome this evening. To say we makes me feel a part of the whole -- the urban community of friends that are also my family.

We we we, all the way home.