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Friday, 30 November 2007 (goin' to acapulco) 4:15pm The general reaction from my family to me having broken up with Vash is: we're sorry to hear that, she's really sweet, we liked her a lot. At no point did any of them ask: are you okay? how are you feeling? Which surprises me not a whit, because with every breakup they've been informed of (The Ex and Maddy), they've never asked how I was doing. That's why I have friends in addition to family. Hung out with Johanna last night. We processed (she had no idea any of this was happening, so it was good to hear her fresh perspective), ate nachos and quesadillas from the taqueria next to the Sea Biscuit, and watched The Black Hole as we cuddled on my couch. She's good for that.
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Wednesday, 28 November 2007 (nashville was the roughest) 10:56am Hooked up with Sadie last night to see Being There and Harold and Maude at the Castro last night. KrOB also showed up, and sat with us. It was nice.
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Monday, 26 November 2007 (a way to get back home) 10:56am Thanksgiving was good, one of the better family holidays in recent memory. Unexpectedly bonded a bit with Tom's new stepdaughters, who go to my old high school and have some of the same teachers I did. I think it was a bit of a revelation for the younger of the two when I mentioned that at the ripe old age of thirty-four, I still like to slide across hardwood floors in my socks. Friday morning, Vash's birthday, we drove to Santa Cruz and ate entirely too much very good food at Pink Godzilla (Salmon Kama, Scallops Mitsu Roll, Pleasure Point Roll, Portola Roll, and a Monterey Roll). Poked around a bit more in downtown Santa Cruz, finally having sharing a piece of cake at The Ex's old favorite coffeehouse, Caffe Pergolesi, the place where I first tried mochas lo those many years ago. We then returned to San Francisco and broke up. We both were pretty sure it was coming, and it really wasn't something I was wanting to do on her birthday, but, well, there's no such thing as an optimum time. As is so often the case, it was an all-night affair, punctuated by brief bits of sleep here and there. i wish i was there to help herSaturday morning, we drove to her place in Oakland so I could futz with her computer. Afterward, she drove me back home. Ripley came over a couple hours later and we went to the Redwood Trail in Golden Gate Park, but it didn't take me very long to realize that I needed to be alone—or, at the very least, that on the night of the day my shouldabeentheone girlfriend and I broke up that being around someone with whom I'm at all romantically or sexually involved is completely wrong, even moreso were we to go out that night. It would send too many wrong messages. So she dropped me off back home, and that evening I got gothtarted up and went to see Baby Gramps at The Dark Room. Before the show started, the lead singer of the opening act realized that she'd left her wallet at the strip club where she worked as a waitress. Leaving it behind was bad enough, but the fact that left it amongst the strippers really freaked her out. I offered to give her a lift there after her set—not having her wallet meant she couldn't even afford a taxi—but when she managed to talk to the manager and have it put someplace safe, she decided to stick around, so I got to see the whole show. No telling where the evening would have gone otherwise. (Probably I would have taken her to the club, she would have gone inside and gotten the wallet, and then I would have taken her back to The Dark Room or wherever.) When the show was over around half past I went to the Power Exchange, where Rhonda accurately observed that it was the first time I'd been there in months without a companion of some sort. True enough. (Jarboe, Ennui, Venice, Johanna, Sadie.) It was the same old same old there, nothing really new, didn't play or do anything but talk and watch, but that was the whole point, comforting surroundings among friends, which was exactly what I needed. Ripley came over on Sunday morning. I coredumped (which did fascinating things to my already overdone eye makeup), we had lunch with some friends of hers, and then went to see the new Todd Haynes movie about Bob Dylan, I'm Not There. Todd Haynes hasn't yet a movie I haven't liked (along with Lynch and Cronenberg, he's the only director whose movies I try to see on opening weekend), and this was no exception. I think I'm going to try to see it a few more times in the theater. From there we drove into North Beach for dinner at House of Nanking, and then to The Dark Room for Bad Movie night (The Net). Wasn't my night to host, but it was the best possible place to be on Sunday night. It helped that it was a nearly packed house with a lot of new people, which means the word is finally spreading and the show will continue on. Then again, I wouldn't be entirely surprised if it ended. I knew going into 2007 that a lot of things would change by the time 2008 arrived, and I wasn't wrong. My new laptop should be arriving today, meaning I can get back to work.
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Wednesday, 21 November 2007 (i build this garden for us) 9:41am Spent the last few nights working on a Medialoper article about seeing "The Menagerie" last week. It went live this morning. Also been processing quite a bit with Ripley; after dating for a little over a month, we're already into Edward Albee territory. But that's okay, and it certainly hasn't been boring. Today, Vash and I drive Phoebe to Fresno for Thanksgiving.
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