I’m finished cleaning up about a quarter of the 214 pictures that were snapped by Dr. 4nyay and I at the bparty last evening. Once I get ’em all done I’m upload the gallery. I still haven’t even seen them all yet, so there may be some that are edited out of the lineup.
The early returns suggest a success occurred. Judd puked many times, and I straight-up don’t remember anything after a certain point. I woke up on the floor cramalamadingdonged in between the bed and the wall. Somehow, in my absolutely polluted stupor I had the capacity to take off my club clothes, set all my stuff (phone, wallet, cufflinks. etc.) nicely on the nightstand, and change into jeans and a t-shirt right before I dove in between the bed and the wall and passed, as they say, the fuck out.
I also had a delightful day with Whazzmaster.com’s Official Guide to San Francisco: Cal Himself. We walked around Potrero Hill, (where I’d like to find an apartment) and had lunch, some coffee, and took in The Potrero View. I’m going to be looking for a spot around there; it’s pretty nice.
OK, I’ll be back in awhile with some pictures of the affair.
— dag, don’t mean sound crunchy/hit a honey from behind and crumpled up her scrunchie