2005-12-19 || 12:27 a.m.

|| my ren faire. ||

it snowed in portland today. for hours. it snowed on my home, a personal first, and i missed it.
i was in california. when michael called to inform me of the weather, i was in a houseboat in the berkeley marina. kelly is living in a tiny houseboat with the san francisco bay as a backyard. i read while she moved in, looking outside every once in a while on tiny sailboats and gas cans and ducks and fishing poles and mussels and water. there is this funny houseboat neighborhood, oddly seventies-ish, and we are hoping it is the maritime version of tales of the city. possible names for her boat include panty-monium. panty-moan-ium.
friday night contained one of the very best moments of my life i think. catching a flight at the last minute to surprise my bosom friends in a penthouse on o'farrell street, shrieking in the kitchen and swooping in for mistletoe-inspired kissing. owen says matt's annual christmas party is my ren faire. i couldn't let the opportunity go without some action, regardless of the dirty old lady reputation i have earned and appreciate. we stood outside on the rooftop patio and went through the liquor and sat on chairs set up around the living room, and to see the people i miss so painfully was the best thing. better than snow, even.
i got to stay at brian's house. he slung parts of his three-piece suit on the living room furniture well past his bedtime and left me to make best friends with his cat, iris. we went out to breakfast with owen and kelly and how many times did i cry that morning? three? owen and i watched brian's tivoed project runway premiere. we got margaritas with kell. i got to drive matilda over the bay bridge with o in the passenger seat, and again i was on the verge of tears for the duration of the drive. the love! we stayed at jason's and kel and o and i huddled in sleeping bags while jason ran through his alter-ego catalog. every time i go to jason's i get so angry i have forgotten a tape recorder. he was playing the piano last night in his barefeet. he was playing this morning when we were waking up. he was playing while he convinced owen to take him with us to phil's one cup to take him back to his house high on the hill. i had to say goodbye to him and owen. i was very good and did not cry.
i'm at home now and there's still snow everywhere. it has started to rain, so there is devil ice taking over the streets and rooftops. michael has left on a trip, the work truck fishtailing just slightly on his way out, and i am presently alone in my apartment.

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