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CONFESSION: Brews On The Bay was so much fun. Going on Sunday meant that it was much less crowded, and the threat of another thunderstorm was minimized ever so slightly. Instead, we got this bizarrely muggy weather, overcast with some blue patches of sky peeking out here and there, and a slightly damp warmth. It was pleasant! The ship rocked to and fro a bit, and a drizzle came and went from time to time, but we got to sample tons of tasty brews from SF breweries with my comrades and it was a good time. I rang the bell. I didn’t mean to! Well, I did. In fact, M suggested I should, and I only rang it once, but boy was it loud. Checking out the quarters for the captain and sailors and engineers and whatnot was exciting! The only thing I wasn’t fond of was the non-stop U2 cover band. Them, I could have done without.

Afterward, we trekked through the vintage arcade (which we have pledged to return to many times), through Fisherman’s Wharf and a horse-drawn carriage all the way into North Beach,  where we stopped at a Sicilian restaurant for an early dinner. Despite the fact that rain had begun in earnest, it was still warm out, so we took a table outdoors and enjoyed the passerby and sweet rain smells enjoying our bellinis and Sicilian Sangrias, respectively. It was a delicious, romantical meal. We caught a cab home in the rain and do you know something? That asinine Postal Service song about waiting since birth to find a love that would look and sound like a movie didn’t cross my mind, not even once.

I consider this triumph in both authenticity and the raw, undone edges of true love.

So, here’s some (boozy) ship action and M would like it very much if you knew that she took great pleasure in finding that half-broken watermelon resting atop a newsbox in the rain. If you’d like to read about the beer itself, you’ll just have to go here. Oh, and the morning of I let M cut off a whole bunch of my hair (a compromise from the night before, when I was struck by the urge to shear my locks off at 2AM, after we’d both had several cocktails). She offered to use the leveler to make sure it was perfectly exactly straight, and it was one of the most adorable things she’s ever said. Ha!

When: Friday, February 6th, 2009.

What: James Jeans, black turtleneck sweater by Dolce Vita, vintage cropped wool coat with ruffled collar. Striped scarf by FCUK, boots by H&M.

Confession: Since this morning’s exchange with a friend is AMAZING, I am sharing it. She has Sunday reservations at an extremely fancy restaurant in the wine country, where people wait years and years to get reservations. She needed a suitable necktie. I needed donuts. Enjoy!

Friend: i’m watching all movies i can with the french on now. it’s ridiculous.je m’appelle jaque sparrow!9:41 AM me: BRING US DONUTS! Did that work? Why are you doing that? Also, you have boots. Friend: it might. would you loan me a tie for sunday? me: DORK.9:42 AM Absolutely. I have a mighty special vintage Yves Saint Laurent. Friend: wow me: M has knives and guns. There are many more to choose from.Friend: what kind of donuts do you want?are donuts as hard to find as pixy sticks?me: French Cruellers – chocolate, if they’re there, or just two sugary ones and one each of maple and chocolate.No, two maple.9:43 AMNo chocolate. Og th eplain. No!They are easier.There is a donut place on Lala Ave. Friend: where on Lala? oh, and the stationary place is totally closed.me: Between Peet’s and the Laundromat. OH NOES!WHY DID THEY TAKE THEIR SIGNS DOWN?!That is so sad.Man.9:44 AM Friend: maybe they sold them. me: You are rad. Friend: i have filthy unwashed hair. i will need to feed a dog, put on pants, procure pastries. me: So, I’m not wearing a bra and look like a slob and have no makeup on.Yes and yes and yes.Friend: fine, then we’ll all be hobos.me: GREAT!Spectacular. Friend: okay then, see you in a bit. me: YAH! You are Lord. See you!

Yes, I spelled cruller wrong and yes, she arrived with a half dozen assortment of perfect deliciousness. No crullers, though. They were all out. Maybe I swabbed a little lip balm and mascara on before she got there; it was the kind thing to do, really. Even hobos deserve to feel pretty. I did not, however, put a bra on.

GAH! I HAVEN’T POSTED IN DAYS AND DAYS! BAD FEMME! BAD! VERY BAD!

Here, I’ll make it up to you with no less than five sets of outfits all at once, from this week. SHAM-WOW that, kittens! I’m sorry to have kept you out in the cold while it’s been, well, so cold. Tomorrow, I promise to write another post with reviews of Burberry London for Men, Kenzo’s Flower and a few picks from the Victoria’s Secret Holiday Coffret collection.

What (for a cozy Italian dinner out with friends last night): Ralph Lauren black cords, Blanc Noir wool coat, black scarf, GB arm warmers, vintage red leather pumps.

What (same cozy Italian dinner, under the coat!): Same as above, sans coat, plus sheer blouse from modcloth.com and belt by Ralph Lauren.

What (for a Costco run on Wednesday – titillating, I know): James Jeans, Sylvie & Mado jersey cotton wrap, green sleeveless blouse by Libertine for Target. Belt by Elie Tahari and brown boots by Classified.

What (for a fancy SF job interview this morning): Blue Ann Taylor suit, ruffled plaid blouse from Gap, scarf by Gucci. Blue Mary Janes by Linea Paolo. Sexy glass by Valentino.

What (post-interview Friday errands outfit): James Jeans + Gap blouse + Blanc Noir coat + FCUK striped scarf. Same shoes as above.

When: Saturday, August 16th, 2008.

Femme What: Lovely green stretch satin Donna Riccio cocktail dress with keyhole back (pictured below courtesy of Nordstrom), with Calvin Klein cutout heels in black patent and suede. Black satin clutch from Jessica McClintock.

Tomboy What: Black trousers (The Producer) from Express for Him, white dress shirt from Alfani. Black pinstriped blazer by Banana Republic, black striped tie by FCUK and black boots by Kenneth Cole.

Confession: We had too much fun at this surprisingly delightful drag king contest! We were actually very fancy for folks who weren’t performing in the show, but no matter. It was great entertainment and we had a blast, even mingling with the contestants whilst popping outside for a smoke in the middle of the evening! (The kings you see with M are Oakland drag king troupe Fella-Fem.)

M’s Confession: There was a total bitchy lady sitting near us during dinner. I hate rude people, as soon as they left, I asked the waitress if they had been cunty. She was so relieved she wasn’t the only one who noticed. I left an extra tip to hopefully make up for some of the douchebaggery she had to deal with that night. Who sends back sangria for having peach instead of apple??? Then doesn’t drink the replacement drink?? Seriously, stay home.