An update:
1. the weekend was big and gay (gay pride for those of you who don’t know).
2. Me and a shitload of lesbians (plus the gayest straight man you ever met and this other dude who was a douche) spend Sunday morning (well, we got there just after noon) at the Hustler Club.
3. Along with all of the titties on Sunday there were quite a few on Saturday at the Dyke March as well.
4. The Dyke March was cool but, please, that website is the stupidest thing I have ever …

Any time that I’m not able to come up with something to write I will regale you with tales of overheard and participatory conversations from my job at an anonymous restaurant. Feel free to ad your own in the comments.
Man: I like galette. The word. It sounds sophisticated. Urbane.
Man to French woman: Well…the last time I was in Paris I…
I walk away.
The fun thing about this is you get to make up what he says. Try it.
Well…the last time I was in Paris I fell in love with a syphilitic …

1. Go and read this. It’s short. Sensitive and detailed and beautiful. Thank god for guys like that. I haven’t read all of his other stuff. Let me know how it is.
2. My new job is the greatest new job ever.
3. I should have fucked L. How come you guys didn’t tell me?
4. I still love being back in San Francisco. All of you should move here.