It’s gettin’ hot in here! So take off all your nodes!
I was chatting with the Body Shop Boy who has a crush on me the other day, and he asked me if I lived and/or worked nearby. I replied that I lived in Nob Hill. He then asked–in jest, trust–if I worked at the Nob Hill Theatre. We then laughed. (See here for explanation: http://www.nobhilltheatre.com/) I then continued with an “Eeeek! No! I can’t deal with public penis. It has to be all mine or nothin’.” Now, I’m no stranger to adult entertainment, but I enjoy it in the privacy of my own home. These little nudie shows are too much for me, and make me squeamish and embarrassed. I can’t even walk down the street where the Nob Hill Theatre is located unless I’m on the other side of the street. But more power to those who enjoy it, and props plus to those with the courage to participate in it.
It always bugs me when the proprietors of certain establishments–corner stores, cafes, restaurants–at which I’m a regular delight in seeing me, know my name, and know what I’m going to order. There’s this little cafe near work where I always go with co-workers, and it is run by this Asian man with a bouffant hairdo, and his wife. I always get a veggie sandwich or veggie bagel. And they smile when they see me, and have started just asking, “Veggie sandwich or veggie bagel?” Today, the guy even asked my name. Maybe they’re just happy to have my money on a regular basis as a customer. I just don’t like for people to be so pleased about me eating.
Speaking of, Gideon and I are doing Absinthe tonight. Not the drink, but the restaurant. Where they have a delightful variety of Absinthe drinks. And the head chef was on “Top Chef” I think. I anticipate wildly good times, and have tucked two Aleve in my wallet to combat the forthcoming hangover from hell I suspect will set in after some joyous barhopping in Hayes Valley. Cheers-a-rella!
