sf
I JetBlued it back to San Francisco late last night. Bumped into my friend, composer Les Stuck, at the airport who was getting a ride with artists Michael and Aubra, who in turn gave me a ride to the subway. Then I met with my friends Shinya and Aki at the Bar on Castro (which for such a tacky place often has pretty good cheap drinks) for drinks right after getting back into the city. Martinis were much better in New York. At least the cigarettes are cheaper here.
Today: moving into my new room south of Noe Valley in SF. Later tonight, "3 Party" in Oakland for anniversary of three commited lovers, two women and one man, who are happily in a kind of trio relationship, and have been for some years now. It's very beautiful, the rules of their amorous circle are really sort of genius and pragmatic. (update: I deleted the last bit I posted earlier about what some of those rules were because after re-reading it, I realized it's telling a bit too much about my friends, even if they weren't named explicitly; it's just too personal. I still haven't gotten the hang of this whole blogging thing yet).