i'm not wearing a stitch of green and no one has made even the slightest attempt to pinch me. count my blessings for the absence of many tiny piranha-like pains throughout the day? take offense at the lack of attention paid to my outfits and no takers on an open opportunity to pinch me? only my bartender knows for sure.
yes, i'm bored.
either that or i just really miss the weekend. it was nice not having to do anything but be with the woman i love and drink various beverages. i could really do that for a living. (given that the company i work for may go under in a matter of weeks, i may be granted that wish. but it'd be much nicer if i could get paid for doing it, too.)
on Friday, the girl cooked and we lounged. a pleasant night in with delicious soup and a baguette concoction. Dennis and Kim stopped by later for some wine and a chat. i amusedly noticed that whenever those two are together, i become fodder for all kinds of jokes, ribbings and criticisms. Corinne took it less calmly and became very much defensive of the proceedings.
we walked with the peace marchers on Saturday. it was good to get out of the house and good to be involved. we both got some sun and felt a little more connected with people who aren't hell-bent on killing anything that moves and eventually driving the globe into the sun in a fiery explosion of greed and unhealthy obsession with penis-like missiles. (i feel slightly less inclined, lately, to be nice to those who think war is something we should do all the time.) afterwards, we walked over to the Fillmore and ate a tasty lunch in a bar-slash-restaurant that, by the decor, was certainly meant to be filled more often after the sun went down than before. the rest of the afternoon was spent lounging on various horizontal surfaces in my house.
that night, Dennis and Hideki met us at Hayes & Vine for wine, chit-chat and cheese. we also spent time at Rassela's listening to jazz on the red vinyl couches, drinking incredibly strong tropical drinks and watching it rain at The Tonga Room, refusing to pay cover at Sno-Drift, and winding down the night at the appropriately named The Bar on Castro.
Sunday morning, Corinne made super-delicious french toast and sausage (that she repeatedly tried to sell me on -- "they taste good and they're good for you!" -- even though i needed no such encouragement) and i did the dishes. we fiddled around trying to think what to do with our afternoon and eventually decided on wandering down to Stanford to see the Andrew Goldsworthy installation. an excellent choice. i showed her all the places i'd made history, explained the wacky abbreviated language on campus (CoHo = Coffee House, FroYo = Frozen Yogurt, ProFro = Prospective Freshman, ProFroHo = Prospective Freshman Host, ProFroHoCo = Prospective Freshman Host Coordinator, etc.), and eventually we found ourselves at the very, very, very cool Goldsworthy piece.
by the way, if you don't know who Andrew Goldsworthy is, you really should familiarize yourself with his work. either pick up one of the books about him or, even better, see the movie Rivers and Tides. it's impossible to do his work justice by describing it, so you'll have to discover it yourself.
after ooh'ing and ahh'ing over the installation, we wandered around campus and eventually landed at the CoHo for beers and checkers. i won't go into the details of the game but suffice it to say that it's not my fault that some people leave themselves wide-open to defeat. i only take what's given to me.
the day finished off with burgers and fries at Oasis (yum!) before heading home to be cozy on the couch with the TV remote.