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August 11, 2007
Don't call it Frisco
Getting out to SF proved to be difficult, as tornados and subway shutdowns canceled my Wednesday departure, eventually rescheduling my flight to the next morning. Once I arrived, I again began to see why I really love San Francisco. Except for the ever-present possibility of the ground dissolving underneath it, it is one of the most spectacularly beautiful and temperate places I've ever been.
It also helps that I get to hang out with friends, plus the common occurrence of bumping into people. Of course I went to dinner with the FABULOUS AND WONDERFUL AND SEXY Contrast Jess,, who I first remember from his Abraham Lincoln costume. I was having brunch with my friend David, then I had lunch with the delightful God of Biscuits, and suddenly I bump into Jonno, one of my lapsed blog daddies.
Currently I'm in the mountains near Nevada City with my friends Dana and Matt, and we'll be going to the county fair tonight. I'm seriously excited as there is a sow with 9 baby piglets, plus one of their friends won the cake competition with a carrot cake. That and fried foods will make a night of magic.
Posted by G at August 11, 2007 03:10 PM
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County fairs are fun. My sweet potato leather won Best In Show at the Boulder county fair. I have been trying to win Best In Show for over 10 years.
Posted by: mr pinky at August 11, 2007 09:04 PM
What am i, chopped liver?
Posted by: jessie at August 11, 2007 11:10 PM
I had forgotten about county fairs. We used to go to the Rutland County Fair every year when I was a kid.
As for pigs, we used to raise one every year. Yes, dinner had a name when I was a kid, and no, there were no tears shed when we had ham for dinner. Mmmmm bacon on the hoof!
Posted by: Tony at August 12, 2007 06:19 PM
It's a small gay blog world after all!
Posted by: John at August 12, 2007 10:41 PM
That makes twice you've kicked me to the curb. *sniffle* I feel so un-loved.
Posted by: moby at August 31, 2007 01:03 AM