A List While I Wait

Sylvia and I rang in St. Patrick's Day all over the Castro yesterday afternoon and now it's today evening and I'm sitting on the couch rewatching season three episodes of Parks and Rec whilst I wait for the March Hamildrop to exist on the World Wide Web and below is a list of the things I did today.

  • played in Duboce with Ellie
  • showered my body
  • ate breakfast at Starbelly with my pal José
  • played in Duboce with Ellie
  • ran five miles
  • chatted with Bry and Jess on FaceTime
  • shaved my face
  • laundry
  • chatted on FaceTime with Kelly and her offspring
  • chatted on the phone with my father
  • played in Duboce with Ellie
  • met Kari at Whole Foods where I made myself a stupidly expensive salad before walking Kari almost home so we could gab longer
  • consumed the aforementioned stupidly expensive salad
  • chatted on FaceTime with Bevan
  • waited on the couch for the March Hamildrop to drop
  • freaked the eff out over the March Hamildrop after it dropped

Much Appreciated, Sylvia

After work last night Sylvia (she's the person in the picture above these words) and I tossed back brews at Noc Noc in the Lower Haight before heading down the street to Nickies for buffalo wings and college basketball and while we were there she surreptitiously snapped a v. flattering photo of me living my best life and then shared it with the queens on our group text and now it's a complete and total mystery to me why people from all over the world don't make pilgrimages to San Francisco just to watch me eat.

Unsurprisingly, Rosemary Continues

I received the above text message from my besto Lindsay in Kansas City as I was making my way to work yesterday morning and it caused my whole entire self to feel happiness and below is the quote she was referencing.

Enjoy the hell out of your life. Enjoy every single moment. Go do things, preferably outside. Put your toes in the sand and your feet on the grass. Feel the rain beat down on your face. And if you can help it, don't ever miss a sunset. Hug your loved ones, every chance you get. And take risks, big fucking risks. And for god's sake laugh. And dance. And try to worry a little bit less. And lastly, and most importantly, live simple and love like crazy.

I'd Honestly Rather Be Broke

B walked into the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth this morning, slapped a five dollar bill onto the counter and said, "The lottery's over four hundred million. Will you pick up tickets at the bodega by your office?"

"Fine," I said a moment later, hocking toothpaste foam into the sink, "but what would we even do with four hundred million dollars?"

"Well, I'd want a huge oil painting done of you, Sid and I," he said. "You know, one that would still look beautiful five hundred years from now. And we'd buy a really nice place in Provincetown, and New York City probably, and Paris too, maybe. And of course I would get a massage every day."

"Well of course," I said.

"Oh, and because I'd be able to finance it all myself, I would finally write and direct my porn movie."

"Beg your pardon?"

"It's always been a dream of mine."

"And somehow I think I'll be okay if we don't win."

Seven Years in San Francisco

Last Friday marked my seventh San Franiversary but I had a work thing I couldn't miss so I celebrated late with a day off today, during which I...

  • slept in
  • booked flights and ferries to P-Town
  • folded laundry
  • paid a bill
  • attended a spin class with Bevan and Dan
  • played catch in Duboce with Ellie
  • ate lunch at Duboce Park Cafe with B and the dogs
  • took a nap
  • chatted on FaceTime with my dad, my sister, Harrison and Ella
  • got a pair of suit pants hemmed
  • bought new dress shirts
  • dropped Rosie off at her dance class
  • ate dinner at Harvey's in the Castro with B and Sid
  • let B hold me in a hug for as long as I needed

I don't have time tonight to do my seven years in the City by the Bay justice in a post (I probably wouldn't have been able to anyway), which is why I'll let a beautiful piece from David Talbot's Season of the Witch do it for me.

As the years went by, San Francisco became not only my city but also my way of life. From the time I was a boy, I wanted to live in a place like my father's theater world, a magic box filled with lavishly made-up women, extravagant gay men, and other larger-than-life characters. I wanted a world that could encompass all worlds. I found something close to it in this soft-lit city in the ocean mists.