Well, my wonderful weekend with Stacy has come and gone, and I now know certain things about the Bay Area that were heretofore unrevealed. Things like, figure out where you’re going before you leave to go there, and more importantly: don’t plan a car-trip to the most anti-car city in the western hemisphere the day of the biggest gay pride parade in both hemispheres. Also: look at the weather report before visiting the Golden Gate Bridge; if it says “soul-crushing fog” then reschedule.
By the way, Stacy was delighted by the sea lions. She wanted them to clap their hands and balance balls on their noses. I told her that the they were wild, untrained sea lions and probably only knew how to eat and fuck and poop. She kept hope alive, though. She also surmised that Jessi in fact loved the sea lions. Wwhazz, tell me your wife doesn’t subscribe to the “they’re cute in a bowtie so they must be cute all the time” theory to liking aminals.
On Saturday Stacy kicked the holy hell out of me in basketball. I edged her out the second game, but she was up 5-0 in the first one and I only managed 2 or 3 lousy baskets before she dropped the proverbial hammer.
She also got to do such amazing things as hang out at Winter’s, investigate the native redwood trees of Big Basin State Park (where the yellow center line of the highway gives way to a somewhat vague-er “no line”), and encounter the cast of millions at the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk (“in the warm California sun!”) All in all a Good Friday.
As always I was sad to part ways with The Lettow, but I take heart in the fact that the O’Rumsey Affaire is to be held in less than two weeks. We get (a.) what I hear will be a fantastic “smashing-together” of a wedding ceremony, (b.) to enact a great border escape once Jessi & Stacy get caught perpetrating hijinx on the Candian Empire (I’ll bring my burglar’s tools), (c.) to dance, oh to dance, and (d.) an ewaz sighting? There’s mucho, mucho more but don’t thank me yet. De nada.