It was a good weekend, just what I needed really. You know: long eyelashes, strong arms. Beer and weed and pills and sunshine and art and good food and free clothes and lots of sex and laughter.

E and I went hot tub hopping on Friday, willy-nilly like around Berkeley until we found a hippie co-op with no gates, where we immediately co-opted the tub and spent all night in various states of unclothed affectionality (to the tune of "oh my god!" from the mouths of passing babes).

Saturday we picked up Lucy in a room full of politicians and cake and typewriters, and headed for the David Best temple on Hayes Green:

(I've seen bigger, you know)

...and drinks. Ended up in a fancy restaurant where we proceeded to not pay for our dinner. Go to a nice place with a Turk, a Mexican, and a Scot, and if the service is bad? Honey, feel our wrath. We ran a few blocks just in case the waiters might come carumphing after us (they did not, because we had cleverly distracted them with a final round of porto and tiramisu), and ducked into a gay bar where we semi-enthusiastically viewed a drag show - and very enthusiastically fagged out, all three of us, like we do.

Sunday I saw H, lovely baby, she looked very young and fresh and different somehow. I think maybe I have grown up a lil bit in the past few months, and that one-year difference in our age is stretched out right now. I think she's about to enter the growth spurt, I'll catch her on the other side.

Anyway it was good.

today i read
silentwalk and
summer m. (turn off speaks tho)