2004-08-21 || 8:57 p.m.

|| the tiny balloon of wonderful in the middle of everything. ||

(but there was this one part with me and kell and dad walking around in the tenderloin, showing our dad the sights. 'those are the she-male hookers. that's our favorite street sheet friend. that's the foot fetish place.' we went out to dinner and i told dad it was the first time he'd been in san francisco since i moved here eight years ago where we walked around. in the city. kind of as grown-ups. and we got him to go to the hemlock. i ordered my dad a beer and he blushed when we introduced him to our friends and there was the part where he was so very excited to talk over the music and bar din to tell the giant squid story and the buried alive/cannibal story to all of these eager faces who have heard him chatted up to mythical proportions. and there was the part where dad was this man in a bar, cutting take-out streudel with his hotel card key, and it was so unspeakably wonderful to have him sitting with us. god bless the dads.)

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