Two days ago I filled out my first application to be listed in Yahoo's Online Diaries section, doing so with a touch of resignation, having heard it took months and repeated requests to get on the page. Yesterday they informed me Aries Moon had been added.
Timing is everything.
I went up to the City after work to have dinner with Lynn Peril. We met at Cafe Viva in North Beach where I blinked at all the changes to Broadway. It's not nearly as sleazy and down-at-heels; in fact, someone's turned the formerly punk Mabuhay Gardens into a fashionable 50's style cocktail lounge which I find mildly disconcerting. I located the cafe after a few false starts, admired Lynn's new hairstyle (spitcurls! So chic!), ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio, exchanged family news, pondered the menu, chatted about thrifting in Redwood City, ordered a Greek salad, and was handed my copy of the just-published Mystery Date #6. I'm a huge fan of her zine since it explores territory near and dear to my heart: the strange, arcane mysteries of growing up female. If you find it in a bookstore or music store near you, buy it.
After a thoroughly satisfying two hours I dashed to the train station and sat reading Bridget Jones' Diary by Helen Fielding all the way home. It was tremendously funny. I wish I could come up with lines like, "Spent the weekend struggling to remain disdainfully buoyant after the Daniel fuckwittage debacle. I kept saying the words, 'Self-respect' and 'Huh' over and over till I was dizzy, trying to barrage out, 'but I lurrrve him.'" Unexpectedly, it's an updated version of a Jane Austen novel which bit of information I confess is what made me decide at last to purchase it. The cover is really dreadful, though.
Tonight I have done nothing more energetic than get my hair cut, lay around reading books about houses in England, amusing the cats by throwing wads of paper for them, contemplate what to get Dad for Father's day, and catch up on the gossip at SLAC. This is a well-deserved breather between engagements, I'll have you know. Tomorrow I am going to San Jose after work and have German food for dinner with lots of good German beer. Saturday morning I am meeting friends in the City for brunch prior to their sailing out of New York Harbor on a full-rigged tall ship (with square sails) bound for Bermuda a la Patrick O'Brien. Where will this mad social whirl end? Frolic, frolic, frolic.
One of these days I really must settle down to unpacking.
