the 3 P’s, CUPCAKE, and Grilled Cheese.

February 20, 2009

I apologize for not satisfying your Thursday craving for Promise ramblings. We are about to correct this.

Due to the exquisite nature of my exhaustion, which is accompanied, by some soulful Cowboy Junkies, we are going less for order and more for sloppy mess.Try and enjoy yourself.

First, there was Poker Night, the Night before Valentine’s Day. I played one hand late in the night, and even that was only after having a couple of irish car bomb CUPCAKES, and listening tipsily to the people around me discuss the incredible superiority of two pairs. It surprises and delighted me when the only move I made later was with two pairs, and everyone was shocked at my prowess.FANtastic.

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Valentine’s Day had two delights-a pie party at a pizza parlor (exactly like it sounds, people) in which I was treated to over 12 different pies, though my favorite was the classic kiwi lime pie. Thank you, Vicious and family, for that concoction. From there, I went on to San Francisco’s Pillow Fight, in Justin Herman Plaza. I chose not to fight this year, but to hold onto ‘homebase’ where my panting, breathless, and wide-eyed friends had a safe harbor from beatings in seeing my beaming face at our meeting spot out of the hundreds that lingered about, jostling and joking. It went on for a LONG time, my goodness. I had no idea.

After that was a dreamy prawn taco in the Mission, and then straight to my favorite irish bar, Becketts, to meet no less than SIX amazing people for the rest of the night. Yes, four of them were couples, but I was undeterred. In the past, my hatred and vehemence against V Day has driven me in, or to take off to some unknown place where no one can find me (the middle of Kensington, anyone?) but this year, I was downright teary-eyed at the happiness, boredom, and displays of actual love were around me. I hardly spent a moment in self-pity, and it was nearly as awesome as the CUPCAKE. Yes, I know I’m doing the capitalization thing. You weren’t there; you didn’t have one. If I could crown and sceptre the darn thing, I would.

Now I am about to attend Casablanca playing on the big screen in Oakland (YAY!~) and volunteer tomorrow for The NorCal Grilled Cheese Invitational. I guess flame throwers were banned this year. What did that tell me? Well, it means its going to be a rousing playful and dorky time, if I know Bay Area peoples at all, and after living here for 12 years, I like to think I do.
A little known secret, please don’t tell on me, is that I don’t even LIKE grilled cheese. But I do like contests in good Fun, I do like meeting new people, and I do think the best way to do this is to Volunteer. So there we are. All caught up with Promise.

I have a rare insight into my next post. I am meeting with an Ex on Sunday. The Ex. You know the one, you’ve got one too. The Former Great Love of my Life. It took 6 years of un-resolution, and its only been 2 1/2 years since we reconciled. Even then, we haven’t exchanged real talking. So..deep breath, think of me when you are just yawning around brunch time.
I suspect I’m going to want to muse on that.

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