Centripetal Forces

[To Mulher's entry regarding her and her Madonna's visit to our weary burg, I would only add a few points:

[-What was I thinking, bringing a copy of the law journal, when the women had a night of eating, drinking, dancing, and debauchery ahead of them? It can't have been fun lugging it all over the Mission and the Castro...even if its cover was genuinely sticky with bar crud from the Lexington...
-I may or may not be "soooo cute" (blush), but I wouldn't use the same adjective in return. "Fiery," "glamorous," and "beguiling" spring more quickly to mind...as well as "absolutely charming."
-Her Miss Madonna is one of those women who seem prim and proper upon first meeting (lawyer for a few years, married with children, sensible), but who, as the cocktails start to flow, and the secrets start to slip, reveals herself to be one wild child...
-While Mulher remembers Baobab's hibiscus margarita, the rest of our group sampled the ginger variety. In vino stupiditas: as we were drinking Ginger, I kept insisting M.'s hibiscus was, of course, "Mary Ann." Fell flat, every time...
-I scrawled M.'s cell number on my palm and hurried home, to John coloring Brenda's hair blue black, and realized that, what with the trip to Sonoma the next day, I wasn't going to be rejoining the women in Bacchic/Sapphic frenzy. I hope I get a chance to visit them sometime soon in their milieu: the couple of times I've been to Laguna Beach's Boom Boom Room (with Pete in 1992, and with John in '98), I've had a less than stellar time. I have a feeling, with these gurlz, that would not be the case...]

[Saturday, my family (and Sonoma) did its usual song-and-dance for Brenda. She's really taken a hankering to the Bay Area - that Mary Ann Singleton look of being thiiiiis close to chucking your life Back East and biting the S.F. lotus. Only a teenage son and a big extended family back in Rochester is stopping her, I think. It's fun, once again, to watch the process of falling in love with the city. (Not that John and I aren't shamelessly egging her on with forced viewing of Tales of the City and concurrent walking trips to various locations where the miniseries were filmed...)]

[Local Government Geek Corner: I came into work this morning and the front page of the Chronicle had a story about my former stomping grounds of Santa Barbara County involved in a nasty divorce. This was an issue when I lived there, and it seems only to have gotten worse. San Fernando Valley, San Pedro, Hollywood, now this...what is it with people who can't live together despite their differences? To the story itself, I would only add that, while the North and South counties do differ in many respects, it's sorta like northern and southern California in microcosm: the two areas have different cultures, it's true (although the story glossed over the Latino, Southeast Asian and student ghettoes in east Santa Barbara, Goleta and Isla Vista, and the multi-million dollar homes in the Santa Ynez Valley), but they complement, if not compliment, each other: the balance and tension created by the different cultures creates one of the more interesting places in the state to visit and inhabit.]

[And besides..."Mission County?" What a dippy name. (I would've chosen Santa Ynez, Santa Maria, or Chumash.) If the North must secede, why not just be honest and call it "Reagan." Oops, my South County bias is showing.]

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