this morning after yoga i was feeling sorry for myself because it was so cold. 50 degrees maybe. sick. and then i called my bro in portland and he said it was 39 degrees there and might or might not snow and i suddenly didn’t feel so cold anymore. seriously. it was very very strange.
after yoga i went to the flea market with pete and bought the above red peacoat (difficult to see here i know) for $15. a steal! unlike my usual peacoat BOTH POCKETS ARE HOLE FREE! it does have a huge rip in the lining but whateves. it looks cool. i’m pretty sure it got me a free peppermint hot chocolate this afternoon at starbucks. i know, terrible, starbucks. but i was cold and i thought, “ah, hot chocolate which i can pay for with a card, perfect!” and then my decision was re-enforced when the barista said this one was “on him” just like a cool bartender. red coat. already working.
after the flea market, jade and i went downtown. well, i met jade downtown. unfortunately my bus had some teensy weensey door malfunction and we all got kicked off about a mile from downtown. i walked, no big deal, except that i made the mistake of walking up sixth street where first i think i almost got jumped and second i saw one gangster drop a knife on the ground and then get yelled at by his gangster buddy for dropping his, you know, CONCEALED WEAPON. when i say “saw” i mean, this happened two feet in front of me. oh san francisco, you are such a fickle beast. i was talking with a friend yesterday who is all over the city all day long and he was saying he thinks sf is sort of like a bathtub with all the gross stuff, the hair and soap scum, ending up on the bottom. in his analogy i think the mission was the drain cover. maybe we extend that to basically the whole area from ceasar chavez to the embarcadero?
anyway, jade and i went downtown, did some girly shopping until neither of us could stand it anymore and then went and ate some pho.
so far, nice sunday. and next week, i only have to work three days. thank you pilgrims, for being so incompetent. thank you indians, for being so friendly.
The best thing I have is the knife from Fatal Attraction. I hung it in my kitchen. It’s my way of saying, Don’t mess with me.