In Rolaids we trust
My eminent joy at being deposited back in my homo homeland was aptly evident Saturday morning when I awoke at the crack of the crack to go on a drunken power walk up to Twin Peaks, a well-to-do neighborhood overlooking SF (not to be mistaken for the creepy TV show of the same name). Despite the misty, overcast skies, it was a joy to be at the highest heights of the City and take in such a gorgeous view.
Then yest, Melissika, J Co and I did the Union Street Festival, a good, drunken time in the sun, which I am still slightly suffering from this morn.
