PROM PART 2
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Saturday
Ophelia and i, being 2 time zones from home, left curry early. apparently sleep didn't fix o's internal clock, so she woke me up early, saying "it's 6:30/8:30!" at that point, i couldn't even remember which was which. so, she kicked me to the shower.
that early, i can't think. so i stared back and forth "tub, or shower?" "shower, tub, which one?" 1 minute, 2 minutes. i'm that stupid. finally thistle came in and took the shower, and i managed to stumble into the tub.
saturday, 10am
that's a hell of a backdrop for a shower. i was so enthralled, i had to climb up the fire escape to the roof, and take pictures. on my way back down, shalome and bean shouted to me from maxx's penthouse. since ophelia was still reading on the fire escape, i stopped to talk. turns out, maxx is really that much of a party god. go figure.
meanwhile, back in my room, ophelia started freaking out when i hadn't returned in a half hour. since she's afraid of terribly unstable supports several meters off the ground [like the ladder i climbed], she called SPM to find out what happened to me. just then i came down the penthouse staircase to find her.
Saturday, noon
bean and shal invited us to go shopping at haight and ashbury with s5and olivia [who weren't there], which led to the most ridiculous cab ride evar. rawr_ima_monster and a few others wandered off to find their own cab, while the six of us remaining waited for 2 more cabs [ordered by the front desk]. while we waited, SG Canada West wandered out, and wanted to join the fun. so we asked the second cab driver to order another cab. dispatch was not pleased. the exchange ended with "i should charge you guys for radio calls. that's how i'm gonna retire." i can't relate the entire thing, but it was hilarious, on the level of spm's bacon cheeseburger.
speaking of hilarious...
bean and spm bought faux-fur jackets at aaardvarks. yes, i know that's mistersatan wearing spm's jacket. then we tried to find tacos, which involved walking past the back and forth on the same block 3 tiems
it was that kind of taco place.
Saturday, 8pm, Prom
Opheliar had the bestest, poofiest skirt in the world. unfortunately, i'd already seen it, so it didn't occur to me to take pictures of it. there are a few in the prom group, but they're not exactly portraits
. after we got ready, we decided to walk. because we seem like trustworthy people, spm and kali decided to walk with us. but what seems like 1.2 miles on a map of sanfrancisco is often something else:
better still, spm realized he'd forgotten his ticket, halfway up. at least we got to see the switchback part of lombard street.
everyone at prom looked completely and utterly fabulous
pictures are here. it was really loud, and realy awesome. i'm deaf mostly, so i shouted at everyone. i think i may have made other people deaf. i'm just an ass like that. it was much easier to talk outside while smoking. stupid california and their outside smoking laws. but it meant i could actually hear manda and bean and dreammaker and everyone else i can't remember.
Saturday, 11pm?
ophelia had finally met up with her displaced best friend tiamat, but since it was super loud inside prom, we decided to go to a lesbian bar so they could actually talk. and so tangent_one and i could, you know, talk about them talking. at this point, my memory is a little foggy. i know i ate pizza some time later, but it wasn't at the gay bar. i know i yelled at several cab companies and 411 services while trying to get home. but the specifics escape me.
Sunday, 8am
enter the hangover. too little sleep and an "alcoholic beverages only" diet led to a haze that didn't clear until sometime monday. opheliar and i had breakfast before tiamat and tangent_one clled and suggested we go to the wax museum. since we couldn't find the wax museum, we hungout on a nearby streetcorner and watched some woman puke on fisherman's wharf.
yum. we did eventually meet up, tho, and went to johnny rockets for lunch before catching the BART back to the airport.
That was the best weekend i've had in a long time. i hear the sky in SF is usually not that pleasant, but it was perfect while we were there. everyone we met was really fucking awesome, and it was well worth the money. lil_tuffy and requiem are my two new heroes for setting up all the events.
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Saturday
Ophelia and i, being 2 time zones from home, left curry early. apparently sleep didn't fix o's internal clock, so she woke me up early, saying "it's 6:30/8:30!" at that point, i couldn't even remember which was which. so, she kicked me to the shower.
that early, i can't think. so i stared back and forth "tub, or shower?" "shower, tub, which one?" 1 minute, 2 minutes. i'm that stupid. finally thistle came in and took the shower, and i managed to stumble into the tub.
saturday, 10am
that's a hell of a backdrop for a shower. i was so enthralled, i had to climb up the fire escape to the roof, and take pictures. on my way back down, shalome and bean shouted to me from maxx's penthouse. since ophelia was still reading on the fire escape, i stopped to talk. turns out, maxx is really that much of a party god. go figure.
meanwhile, back in my room, ophelia started freaking out when i hadn't returned in a half hour. since she's afraid of terribly unstable supports several meters off the ground [like the ladder i climbed], she called SPM to find out what happened to me. just then i came down the penthouse staircase to find her.
Saturday, noon
bean and shal invited us to go shopping at haight and ashbury with s5and olivia [who weren't there], which led to the most ridiculous cab ride evar. rawr_ima_monster and a few others wandered off to find their own cab, while the six of us remaining waited for 2 more cabs [ordered by the front desk]. while we waited, SG Canada West wandered out, and wanted to join the fun. so we asked the second cab driver to order another cab. dispatch was not pleased. the exchange ended with "i should charge you guys for radio calls. that's how i'm gonna retire." i can't relate the entire thing, but it was hilarious, on the level of spm's bacon cheeseburger.
speaking of hilarious...
bean and spm bought faux-fur jackets at aaardvarks. yes, i know that's mistersatan wearing spm's jacket. then we tried to find tacos, which involved walking past the back and forth on the same block 3 tiems
it was that kind of taco place.
Saturday, 8pm, Prom
Opheliar had the bestest, poofiest skirt in the world. unfortunately, i'd already seen it, so it didn't occur to me to take pictures of it. there are a few in the prom group, but they're not exactly portraits
. after we got ready, we decided to walk. because we seem like trustworthy people, spm and kali decided to walk with us. but what seems like 1.2 miles on a map of sanfrancisco is often something else:
better still, spm realized he'd forgotten his ticket, halfway up. at least we got to see the switchback part of lombard street.
everyone at prom looked completely and utterly fabulous
pictures are here. it was really loud, and realy awesome. i'm deaf mostly, so i shouted at everyone. i think i may have made other people deaf. i'm just an ass like that. it was much easier to talk outside while smoking. stupid california and their outside smoking laws. but it meant i could actually hear manda and bean and dreammaker and everyone else i can't remember.
Saturday, 11pm?
ophelia had finally met up with her displaced best friend tiamat, but since it was super loud inside prom, we decided to go to a lesbian bar so they could actually talk. and so tangent_one and i could, you know, talk about them talking. at this point, my memory is a little foggy. i know i ate pizza some time later, but it wasn't at the gay bar. i know i yelled at several cab companies and 411 services while trying to get home. but the specifics escape me.
Sunday, 8am
enter the hangover. too little sleep and an "alcoholic beverages only" diet led to a haze that didn't clear until sometime monday. opheliar and i had breakfast before tiamat and tangent_one clled and suggested we go to the wax museum. since we couldn't find the wax museum, we hungout on a nearby streetcorner and watched some woman puke on fisherman's wharf.
yum. we did eventually meet up, tho, and went to johnny rockets for lunch before catching the BART back to the airport.
That was the best weekend i've had in a long time. i hear the sky in SF is usually not that pleasant, but it was perfect while we were there. everyone we met was really fucking awesome, and it was well worth the money. lil_tuffy and requiem are my two new heroes for setting up all the events.
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Love the new name.