Night Circle

hi people! This is being composed one fingered no less, on my I-phone so it will be short and to the point . God , I really have to figure out how to write with borg hands , but no, I am better with one. Go figure.

I am sitting on a park bench somewhere in San Francisco and have been reading Dracula while simultaneously eavesdropping on people going by. These two middleaged bums just walked past wearing tie dye shirts and military bomber jackets arguing how hiw drunk one of them got Friday night. Jacket dude says: "Dude, you were drunk Friday night." Spoken in tones of impressed amusement. "You drank a whole fifth, didn't you?".

"Dude," tie dye protested, "I drank a fifth AND a pint! I was hella drunk!".

I felt sort of sad because I coud picture them having this same exact conversation 20 years ago when they were in their twenties when they had control of the bottle instead of the other way around.

Saturday night I put on a blue dress and silver heels and went clubbing. Me!

Dirty danced with some guy who then could not take a hint and thought he was taking me home, but Liz ran interference for me and he finally gave up. Jesus!

Also , I had the crazy experience of swing dancing to Sisters of Mercy pretty much in time with the beat and in three kinch spike heels. Holy shit!

Yesterday I wandered around Union Square and made my way to Liz's fabulous apartment. We wandered around for a bit, and watched "Donnie Darko" and "Grindhouse". I laughed my ass off at the ending of "Grindhouse". That was great! I need to own this movie. "Donnie Darko" was sad and disturbing but it was on my list of movies I never saw but needed to.

Anyway, I am going to try to post this before it gets monstrously long because if it does not work, the more I type, the more pissed off I will be.

B