Mornings in Lower Nob Hill

[It's a profoundly foggy morning in San Francisco (gee, how novel). John and I just got back from a typical mediocre breakfast at Han's at Sutter and Leavenworth. Why do we keep doing this to ourselves? Not every weekend, but many weekends, the morning pattern goes something like this:]

[1. Huntington wakes up at somewhere around 8AM. Wishes he could go back to sleep. Starts to read (or, more likely, reread) some inane novel he has sitting next to the bed (this morning, it was "Model Behavior" by Jay McInerney), trying not to wake the Injun next to him.]

[2. Finally deciding he's not going back to sleep, H. tiptoes out to the living room, grimaces at the mess from the night before (not too bad this morning: John and I were too tired to drink last night), and settles in with a terry bathrobe, a blanket, and the novel.]

[3. Getting bored, H. heads back into the bedroom before 10, trying to see if John's ready to wake the fuck up already. (Note: in the voice mail adjunct to the personal ad that brought the two together, John specifically said that one of his favorite things in the world is to sleep in on weekends. H. struggles weekly with his inability to respect this need.)]

[4. Eventually, John gets up and gets it together. The duo head for the best breakfast place in the world, Dottie's True Blue, but, as usual, the line's out the door. They start hemming and hawing about alternatives. Once you've fucked with Nirvana (i.e. Dottie's chicken apple sausage, scrambled eggs, homefries, and toasted jalapeno cornbread), your enthusiasm is low for poor subsitutes.]

[Today's routine varied in that John arose on his own at 9:15 and we were out the door by 9:40, with the naive hope that it was early enough too avoid TOO long a line at Dottie's. And we ended up at Han's, for grey eggs, admittedly great hash browns, a slice of Buddig sandwich meat disguised as breakfast ham, and toast with !margarine! which arrived very late as a peculiar and off-putting dessert.]

[And now, I'm sitting at the computer, procrastinating before taking my very first practice LSAT. Just finished reading some back entries from the Blogstalker. Wow, he's good. For some odd reason, I haven't been able to access his site at work this week. I wonder if he has some obscure sexual content that some filter isn't letting me get to. This would be odd, since I'm allowed access here, here, and here (not to mention here, with no problem (yes, I know I should be working). The only other instance was here; not my taste, darling, it was a link from somewhere else. Really.]

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