Turning, turning, turning.

Sometimes I just plain over do it. The last week has been one of those times. I headed down the hill, escaping the stress and full of hopeful possibility.

The drive down was pretty good (I've done it so many times recently that I kind of slide into Zen Driver Mode). The Fam was full of sick people, so I headed straight into the city. I just happened to catch the sun burning a path through some clouds and down the back of Mount Tam. It was amazing.

I spent Friday putting around the apartment, doing lots of linens laundry left over from all my recent visitors. I then popped out for drinks and dinner with one of the dates. Nice fellow, but EH.

I couldn't sleep in on Saturday, so I dragged myself out of bed and off to JJ's 'hood. We were supposed to meet up for some breakfast at an unspecified time. I figured he'd been out the night before imbibing, so I was still giving him some slack after two text messages. I arrived on his doorstep and tried calling. No JJ. I wasn't quite ready to give up, and it was a beautiful SF day (I've got the sunburn to prove it), so I went to the corner for some coffee. I was sitting outside when a biker pulled up and said, "Can you watch my bike for a minute." I mumbled, "Sure." and looked at the bike. There was a big sticker right on it with JJ's last name. It was a sign. I was supposed to give him a few more minutes. The biker sat down with me to finish his coffee and chat a bit. Within minutes a very sleepy JJ called and told me to come on up. JJ's cat just died (a very sad thing!) so we chatted about this for a minute, then he said, "I'm off to shower. See if you can find anything funny in this." "This" was a Japanese men's fashion magazine called "Men's Fudge". Half way through, there was JJ sporting some rather nice Ralph Lauren. JJ, the Japanese super model. Too bad he didn't get to keep the clothes. We had breakfast and wandered around Valencia checking out the pirate store (I needed the final ingredient for Mr. Urbane's birthday present) and some antique places. It was oh so nice to walk and chat with a nice human. I then popped by the park to catch up with long lost DMP. Entirely too much hugging, but it was good to check in. I ran back home, put the finishing touches on Mr. Urbane's map, and met him at his place. We checked out a new place on Haight that was YUMMY! Everything about it was tasty and fun. On the way home he demonstrated just how relaxed he has gotten with me by sharing some bodily functions. How sweet!

Lunch with another date never happened on Sunday, but Mr Urbane called, and I was hungry, so off we went again. This time, we sinfully sat in a dark stinky bar instead of out in the park on yet another beautiful day. It was entertaining to see what he picked on the jukebox, and to watch him chit chat with the ladies. I got tired and headed home to get ready to hang out with DMP again. We walked and walked, had some good pizza, then he got grumpy when I explained I wasn't his "next big thing". Then I got horrified when he said he didn't like the Amelie character. Oh well.

Monday's date didn't happen, but I did get some much needed cleaning done, then some much needed slacking in. The whole weekend just made me feel like I was actually living in SF. Like I could actually meet and become friends with people. YAY!

I also spent some time chit chatting to the nice gentleman who filled me in on the rough time he is having. I do hope things start looking up for him.

Tuesday was all babies, with a bit of Tivoed Scrubs thrown in for good measure. I LOVE the babies! I didn't want to let them go, as they will be out of town for three weeks, and quite different upon their return.

I also got to see the Cuz's cute gang today on my way back up the hill. Boy oh boy do we have cute kids in this family.

Of course I arrived home to find a big stressful mess, but it will all work out.
Hope all of you are super!
Oh, and can I just say that Canadian fellow that is reporting on Missouri is so cool!