2004-02-05 || 11:17 a.m.

|| a nighttime blooming ||

something very magical is happening. it's seeping out of the ground very slowly and changing the air and making the streetlamps and neon signs in the tenderloin burn brighter.

i think i might be getting my san francisco back.

i have been in a crazy hibernating state the past couple years. 8 am office job + best friend exodus + a propensity toward holing up in cocoony bedrooms = me forgetting what it's like to go out and descend upon bars and shows and run into friends on sidewalks and patios. i can feel a change though. a very specific scientific combination of people has made me excited again to stay out late and make plans and make friends with the mobs of kids that seem to have taken the place of my old mob. it never occurred to me it doesn't have to be a resignation to the changing of the guard, kid mob-wise, but more an evolution.

so. last night. i went out with my new lady friend whom i'm ever so excited about (to find a lady friend with which i am completely comfortable is quite a task. if you check my record books under the friends i keep you will find a good 90% are boys, 92% when not counting my sister. can i tell you? we are starting a two-lady bruiser club, the idea of which was much more charming and entertaining whilst intoxicated.) and we flitted along a social itinerary. we saw mike and adam's band play at el rio and stood on the back porch with my sf favorites getting properly tipsy. we drove to some cool kid club/tranny bar but didn't quite make it inside as we were swept away by a flood of very good-looking fresh-from-seattle boys. we went to the edinburgh castle, where i had the twilight zone-y feeling of being surrounded by kids who looked like my friends but were strangers. but i made friends. and i drank. and it was very funn. social anxiety, where hast thou gone? afterwards we walked back to the car and i was accosted by recent flame who tried to coax us to stay out (i am being very casual about this part but it actually made my stomach feel funny. sticky sticky sitch.), but i am old lady, remember? i have that office job and cocoony bedroom. i know full well i am going to wake up still feeling a little drunkerton, but it's a small price to pay for letting this nice recovered nightlife bloom from a serious high and dry san francisco jaded spell.

ps. just want to tell you owen/casiotone for the painfully alone is playing at the bottom of the hill in san francisco. the dead science and parenthetical girls, who are both heartbreaking in their own way, are opening. you should go! it would be marvy! we can write our names surrounded by hearts on the bathroom walls!! yesssss.

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