2004-06-07 || 11:40 a.m.

|| jenny & june ||

preliminary indications of the righteousness of june:

1. taking the train to san franny for my first class. wandering around the financial district/old work haunts in search of ghosts and the more beautiful tops of buildings (always trying to picture what it looked like turn of the century. was this wall here and did horses trot down this street and what would that lady be wearing?). first class jitters and strong coffee and sitting on a particularly windy corner to watch bicycle messengers and delivery trucks and traffic and suits. after class: last minute decision to take the train the other way towards jason's show in the mission. solitary walk down the street that served as backdrop for 1997: corner store panaderia laundromat cafe la bohem. a certain second story window that has been photographed countless times courtesy of yours truly. wondering if our couch is still in there. getting to the show and feeling very grown-up that i am alone only to find familiar faces outside. no dinner + vodka tonics = not minding at all the standing alone to the side against the wall. watching the bands and watching the audience and feeling kind of funny about it all, how things overlap but get lost too. recognizing faces but not feeling like saying hello. jason played and i tried not to mouth the words too much. walking back to the bart station alone, feeling drunk and safe and happy and so tired.

3. meeting up in the haight where it was cold and windy and brian and i deciding it must be cursed by alistair crowley. party of six at the ethiopian restaurant, spinning the platter around so everyone could get equal parts orange stuff/brown stuff/green stuff. fancy ladies at the corner table recognizing owen. racing across town to the eagle tavern for a show. eagle tavern = leather bar infiltrated by The Kids for conspiracy of beards (heart heart heart) and harold ray among others. being absolutely mesmerized by the oddest mix of people on the patio, setting up camp for the 11 of us in the corner. swooning over the beards/suits/leonard cohen repertoire of c of beards, oh. (brian: "that's your entire dating pool right there.") feeling so goddamn happy for some reason in between sets, outside, feeling particularly outgoing and making friends with the beardies, teasing j and o to no end. driving home over the bridge with brian singing songs from the am station. being absolutely in love with everybody.

5.

eh. i keep trying to write about how great things are, but i keep losing steam/feeling obnoxious about it after a while. i should just make a postcard entry with the note on the back written in horrible cursive: things are great wish you were here. but the sunshine! the friendlove! the beautiful settings serving as backdrops for the tv movie of my life!

(on saturday o and i were getting sunburnt and drinking wine in jason's frontyard. j was watering plants and o and i were marveling at the perfection of the forest green volvo wagon and all was right in the world. really, it was.)

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