the night started with kristina and i sitting on her fornt porch in the mission with a glass of wine and loaf of bread, nibbling and gossiping until marcella arrived. we changed clothes on our walk to tapas. the weather changes so fast, the fog rolls in and chills you and then the sun bakes you, back and forth. we had a drink at the latin american club until our table was ready across the street. after tapas and sharing a bottle of wine i was pretty tipsy. we made our way back across the street to the latin american club where the pinatas sway from the ceiling amidst paper cut outs and lights.
my friend jeevan was in from pdx and met us here with a few friends in tow. michael showed up, he lived in pdx, now sf too (don't let the red glasses fool you he is not gay). we did a little mission district bar hoping and ended up closing cassanova. i was no longer too drunk to drive home but exhausted and decided to stay at michaels anyway. i woke up to discover i had started my period and got say... good morning i'm not pregnant. immediately he knew what happened. thank goodness he is unbelievably sweet and said to not worry about it. of course i ended up taking all of the bedding to the laundromat. so i spent 20 minutes making up songs and singing while staring into the agitating swirling abyss on a foggy saturday afternoon, hung over and thinking about the kindness of strangers and the funny way life works itself out. met up later and he said he wanted to walk around with brown paper bag of fresh bedding because no one ever does his laundry for him.
