diggity

Okay. So, last Thursday, I'm going to meet obsidity and some other yet to be announced, to me, SGSF folks. And I'm thinking, "What do you wear to an SGSF gathering?" "Do I care about impressing people who live thousands of miles away from me?" "Could I impress if I tried?" I decided that being myself was the best course of action. I always decide that, but I have to go through the self-doubt part of getting ready first. It keeps me humble. So, a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt later, I am headed towards the water and trying to explain to my friends who exactly I'm meeting up with, while not really being comfortable debating the reasons I subscribe to this website with them. Without being a part of SG you just can't understand. And for the record, I think SG is feminist, in that it is humanist: people are important here, not just pictures of human objects for sale. Check the number of profiles that say "I came for the girls and stayed for the community" for evidence. Anyway, I'm a little confused by the directions, but I walk up to the right restaurant and see obsidity, meet her for real real, aswell as Coco, Requiem, sixsixty, Dave_H and soon Paul MuadDib, L, and Midori. I am sad that ava will not be attending. Anyway, we have a nice dinner, and then head to the club, sans Coco, for some 80's night fun. Everyone is being super nice and I am feeling happy about life and the internet and everything. Plus, Requiem's car is hot. Anyway, at the club I have some good, increasingly drunken, conversation with PaulMD, Midori, Requiem, and obsidity. I get to admire L's wings and cowboyhat. Midori and I discover that midori margaritas sound better than they taste. PaulMD and I wax poetic about bourbon. Sadly, ob and req have to go, and sixsixty has left by now aswell, but things get rowdier when Jazmin, Chloe, and Trixie show up. I hear that they don't come out that often, so I feel blessed. Jaz and PaulMD amuse me with dancing antics. Other less happy things start to go down, but that is not keeping with this journal, and I wasn't entirely aware of this at the time anyway, so...Midori has departed, incognito. Chloe and Trixie are dangerous on the dancefloor, and Dave_H is a smooth mf. I see several people off, make sure others make it home safe, and end up in front of my hotel, drunk, poorer, and happy. Thank you everyone for the great love affair SF has tried to initiate with me. I mean it was sunny and never foggy the entire time I was there. And I think I saw Maggie Gyllenhaal the last night I was in town, drinking beer in a hole in the wall bar...if only it wasn't so expensive to live there. And do I really want the terminator as my govenor...? So, I put a few new pics up to capture some of the essence of my trip.

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