It Only Takes A Moment /To Feel All Right

[A tumultuous, then restful weekend. John and I have been checking in peridocally on the ongoing sadness and outrage via TV (mediocre source), newspapers (about the same), and online (better, depending on where you go), but for the most part, we just relaxed. Some elements of the last 72 hours, couched in terms that will serve less as news for my half-dozen readers than as a reminder for myself when I reread this entry months hence:]

[Meeting Gary and others at Ginger's Trois (a.k.a. the Twat) in downtown S.F. Friday night was a waste of time in more ways than one: The Twat's candlelight doohicky happened at 7PM Eastern time, so we missed it. And after too much drama and too many lies over too many months Gary is...not my friend anymore. Ouch. I've known him a bit longer than I've known John, and I really thought...well, he was a comfort to me as I was getting to know San Francisco back in early 1997. I don't want that to have been a lie.]

[However, several unrealted turns of events led to the fulfilment of a long-cherished fantasy of John's and mine later that night. Grin.]

[The next day: Red Planet and Blow weren't art, but weren't as bad as the reviewers said at the time of their release. Perfect rented cinetrash for a hungover Saturday.]

[And today: A delightful and revealing lunch at Einstein's in the Inner Sunset with Sean (glad to know he shares my exasperation with G), then a long walk with him at Crissy Field's restored wetlands. Laughter over his and Andrew's stoned endurance of time-share pitches, and wanting to volunteer to warm hyperthermia'd windsurfers near the St. Francis Yacht Club. Later, confirming fears of war with my mom on the phone, and watching Wait Until Dark tonight on HBO with John: Audrey Hepburn as a blind wifey in a stylish basement NY apartment, turning out to be nobody's victim. Highly recommended.]

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