Lazy, Fat and Sated

[A good day today, spent almost entirely at Dolores House. Charlotte and her girlfriends (including one male) determined to put on one of their periodic sidewalk sales, and she and Allen decided to make a brunch out of it as well. Allen has Boss-Lady-With-Cats's car for a bit, so he came and picked me up this morning; we went to get Sean; and the three of us drove over hill and dale to Dolores pretending to sing to Lily Allen. Sean brought a bottle of Piper-Sonoma and a rather rich, creamy mimosa mix in a plastic pitcher that I held steady between my feet on the drive over. That task, and doing a lot of dishes, were my contributions.]

[It was a sunny day with cool breezes (OK, bone-chilling - San Francisco in June), and there were three sales along that stretch of Dolores, so the girls did a business as brisk as the breeze. I spent most of the time in the kitchen; Allen and I agreed that after a week spent with The Public, the last thing we wanted was more of the same. Sean cut and peeled potatoes and mixed 'mosas; I cut up fruit for salad and made pot after pot of coffee; and Allen did most of the rest, viz. bacon, fried potatoes, "French toast casserole," (Think a sort of bread pudding lasagna: bread, eggs, butter, vanilla, maple syrup and pumpkin pie spice - delish!), and sausage links. Charlotte made two quiches. As brunches go, a stellar example.]

[All this (for a dozen or more brunchers) made a big mess, and we took our time with the clean-up, accompanied by old homo musical standards. At one point Gregory and NotRockLobster showed up; at another, Sean left to go to work at That Bar; and it was close to 3:00 before Allen and I called it quits and made a quick jaunt to the Castro before finally parting, him to housesit chez BLWC, me to bring an impromptu young guest home for the last sex before thirty-eight (and the first in far too long).]

[That was over in exactly the right amount of time, and now I'm wondering if I can justify skipping laundry one more day. On the one hand, do I want to be saddled with the chore on my birthday? On the other, I feel so lazy, fat, and sated this evening that I don't want to do anything but watch more of The Winds of War on DVD and enjoy, perfectly alone, several fading forms of pre-birthday glow.]

[Jessica and Bob arrive from L.A. tomorrow, but not 'til later, I feel sure. I don't think I'm gonna get any laundry done, do you?]

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