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Yesterday was so strange and wonderful! I decided to tag-along with the tomboy to her nerdy little conference in downtown SF, and we agreed to meet for lunch at 2PM. She walked me to farm : table in that bright, sunny cold feel that Fall has, and I ordered an au lait with one of their insanely perfect, chocolate-filled pastries and a glass of house-made juice. The space is tiny and if you’re lucky enough to snag a seat at their community table indoors, definitely do so! I shed my coat – it warms up in there quickly – pulled a book out of my bag and sat there for nearly two hours before I decided to take a walk and kill some time window-shopping before meeting M.

Two gem-toned velvet t-shirts, one woolly “Charlie Brown” dress, and a fuzzy, ivory faux fur vest later, I slid into a cozy booth across from M, who chatted on happily about the sessions she’d attended that morning, and how she was almost late because Occupy SF was blocking streets on the way over (and it appears that SFPD was very busy from appx. 10PM-3AM last night, disbanding the camp with more than questionable methods, unfortunately). We ordered cocktails and some pub fare (including some of the most fantastic pub cheese I’ve ever had) and the next thing I knew, M was grinning slyly and suggesting that we blow the joint. So we did!

We didn’t hear about the sad news of Steve Jobs’ death until much later, when we were at home catching up on the daily goings-on.

OK! I wanted to wear this big, dramatic vintage wool skirt, but in a casual way. I decided to throw on this super thin, faded tank I got in a magazine in the UK (Reiss, I think?), a shrunken denim vest, and sexy, studded ankle boots. The vest used to be a little denim jacket, but I have too many of those, so off went the sleeves. In the interests of goth ‘n’ roll, I’m thinking of dyeing it black. M gave me this antique gold necklace as well as the gorgeous snakeskin bag, and the suede ankle boots are Trouvé.

Tonight night we’re off to the Mountain Winery to see the legendary Stevie Nicks live. Remember how it was our anniversary a few weeks back? Well, the traditional gift for three years is crystal, and since M adores her, I figured there’s really nothing more crystal than Stevie Nicks, is there? The venue is magical, especially at nightfall, and with a bit of special femme magic, we have outstanding sixth row seats. The show was supposed to be last night, but they moved it on account of our tiny baby storm system, so off we go! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’LL WEAR. Talk about pressure. What would y’all wear to a Stevie show (or what HAVE you worn)? 

XOXO,

FFAF

This week has flown by and dragged on at the same time, hasn’t it? In any case, it’s just about Friday and I can get down with that. Today, I saw a man just hanging out with his chicken (like, an actual living chicken) on Van Ness Avenue, leaning against a street sign wanting money or something and catching some of the fleeting sunshine we had today after days and days of rain or drizzle or haze or fog or slick, slick wet.

It was especially strange because I am in the middle of a short story collection called Instant City (it’s Issue No. 6 and I picked it up from one of my favorite vintage / antique shops, Gypsy Honeymoon – the black dress in the back would fit me perfectly, I can tell just by looking at it and it is a DREAM made of wondrous elegance and vaporous black chiffon. The lady who owns or runs it or both has little birdies in there chirping happily and she is a very sweet sort of flower child – Stevie Nicks type), by and about San Francisco writers, and most of the vignettes feature these sort of random, only-in-San-Francisco scenes and stolen moments. So much so that before I told this story I had to really think about whether or not I read it or truly saw them, but I promise you that I saw them with my own eyes.

On that note, I would like to know if it’s wrong of me to have zero desire to eat at that Tommy’s Sandwich Joint (Joynt?).

BACK TO THE CLOTHES. I love these shoes. I love these socks. They serve no practical purpose, in fact, they’re kind of scratchy and that irritates me, but they’re so damn sassy. Here’s the modcloth.com Crewel scarf again, this time paired with a kicky little suede + fringe Lonesome Dove pendant in a forest green, and this amazing black satchel that I am newly in love with. My new bangs and I got into a bit of a tussle this morning, clearly, and they went all Peggy from Mad Men on me (damn cowlick), but I am mostly pleased!

So, who’s got big plans this weekend? We have none, nada, which is spectacular as we’re going to need lots of R&R before our next round of fabulous house guests arrive next weekend. It will be epic.

Confession: Too many to list. I will start by explaining this outfit. M, H and I all decided that in the battle of all-girl zombie roller derby (too early, high cover charges, no dancing) vs. Cockblock (a party full of moody lesbians and too many foul-smelling straight boys, “New Lesbo” music) vs. Cockfight (a party full of pleasant, chatty homos wearing nice cologne and the promise of 80smashupelectroJOCKSTRAPjams), there was a clear winner.

The dress code called for locker room attire. We did our best. I refused to wear sneakers out dancing. I have boundaries, you know. But I did wear a whistle (which was used mightily throughout the night on racist, sexist, non-PC and other derogatory comments) and a wristband.

Other items of note:

• On the way into the city, we listened to Fleetwood Mac on cassette. CASSETTE! M was PUMPED.
• I left a voicemail for a stranger named “Evan” re: fine whiskeys at the request of a very excited Indian gay
• Everyone we met has worked on one cycle or another of ANTM
• The only person we met that we didn’t like was Kenny G, because he kept dissing “rude immigrant and/or ‘illegals’ lesbians” and the only reason he didn’t get a spiked heel through his balls is b/c his date begged me not to destroy his only chance at sex that night
• Gays we met and loved sided with us against Kenny G, making hilarious saxaphone noises in his direction
• Which forced Kenny G to leave the premises immediately
• We all got awesome t-shirts during the midnight giveaway
• All the gays kept treating me like some very fragile and cute little doll
• One gay had on a real bowtie and pink socks, and another had little elephant socks
• Vegan gays were told to “just give up” on convincing us of their cause; I hissed to H “Don’t tell them I wear fur, god damn it!” because they were v. sweet and nice
• This one’s for Rojo: The DJ played 2 seconds of Ready For The Floor by Hot Chip, and I got so excited, but then he stopped it. H blames this and other things on the iPhone generation aka “The Downfall of Civilization.” (I will remedy this by playing it tomorrow night at LBF Mondays at the Glas Kat!)