Random memories from a weekend yet incomplete...

[Walking back home from Cala Foods at Hyde & California early this morning, I peered for the longest time at what I thought was a wizened Indian woman wearing a snappy, minimalist blue sari trimmed in grey, bent and leaning against a parking meter on Leavenworth. The imaged resolved itself into a covered motorcycle locked to the meter.]

[A day with Violet "studying" at the Starbucks at Princess & Bridgeway in Sausalito. She knows a lot of rich, self-made straight men who are connected one way or another with suburban Bay Area politics, and she has even dated a few of them. They're so alien: no hairstyle to speak of, sloppy chinos and web belts, and bad teeth. It makes me realize all over again how arbitrary our socioeconomic rewards scheme is: these dorks in their late 30's and 40's own view homes in Marin or the Oakland hills, and I'm stuck in the Tender- -- er, lower Nob Hill, going into (more!) massive debt to get that J.D. to make less money as a public interest attorney than I was making as a receptionist in commercial real estate management.]

[The word "studying" was put in quotes because we only got about four-fifths of the way thru her Contracts outline, and didn't even touch Criminal Law or Torts. We talked and talked and talked instead: gossip about the New College faculty and administration, many stories about her lunatic exes (I don't have very many exes, and none is truly a lunatic), "love and law and poverty, oo-ooh, these are things that kill me," and finally wrapped and checked out the Benetton across the street. See, the manager kept standing right outside his store on his many cigarette breaks (making the snappy separates smell of smoke?), and we wanted to know how this vaguely Middle Eastern-looking, middle-aged man had ended up managing a Benetton in Sausalito where half the inventory is marked 50% off, and why his shopgirls all fled down the bayshore to take their cigarette breaks. Well, we didn't find out, but Violet found her winter coat.]

[Brainstorming ideas with John for Colleen and Frankie's wedding present, said wedding to take place in one week's time. This will be as close to a reunion as the Sonoma Valley High band has ever held, and my first lesbian (or gay) wedding. Much curiosity about the trangendered trumpet, the student who married the teacher, and, of course, Lars.]

[We (John and I) are invited to an anti-Folsom barbecue in the Mission today, but I think we'll check out the fair at some point too. I want to see if I can spot Dean on his leash.]

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